C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Forgetfulness
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Men are men; the best sometimes forget.
It is sure the hardest science to forget!
Oh, if, in being forgotten, we could only forget.
Forget thyself to marble.
And when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of mind.
Quit the world, and the world forgets you.
It is far off; and rather like a dream than an assurance that my remembrance warrants.
There is nothing new except what is forgotten.
The pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the names of their founders.
There is no remembrance which time does not obliterate, nor pain which death does not terminate.
Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.
It is sometimes expedient to forget what you know.
Some men treat the God of their fathers as they treat their father’s friend. They do not deny Him; by no means; they only deny themselves to Him, when He is good enough to call upon them.
There is nothing—no, nothing—innocent or good, that dies and is forgotten; let us hold to that faith or none. An infant, a prattling child, dying in the cradle, will live again in the better thoughts of those that loved it, and play its part through them in the redeeming actions of the world, though its body be burnt to ashes or drowned in the deep sea.