Yes my first memory of singing in general was of a Christmas song. And then listening to Christmas music was really the first music I was ever connected to.

May I share with you my earliest memory of a political row? It was with my mother about the Queen - classic Freudian stuff shrinks would say. I was eight and refusing to watch the Queen's Christmas Day broadcast.

We never really had any kind of a Christmas. This is one part where my memory fails me completely.

The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.

As an instrument for practical action law is responsive to the wisdom of its time which may be wrong but it carries forward sometimes in opposition to this wisdom or passion a memory of received values.

Memory is not wisdom idiots can by rote repeat volumes. Yet what is wisdom without memory?

A great memory is never made synonymous with wisdom any more than a dictionary would be called a treatise.

Memory is the mother of all wisdom.

My father belongs to the generation that fought the war in the 1940s. When I was a kid my father told me stories - not so many but it meant a lot to me. I wanted to know what happened then to my father's generation. It's a kind of inheritance the memory of it.

Pithy sentences are like sharp nails which force truth upon our memory.