Vine o vreme cand ne dam seama ca tot ceea ce facem va deveni la timpul sau amintire. Este maturitatea. Pentru a ajunge la ea trebuie tocmai sa ai amintiri.
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What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; (Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood)