Thomas Fuller Quotes

[...]my memory is reasonably good—unlike yours, dear sir!” “Mine is erratic,” he said imperturbably. “I remember only what interests me.

I seem to find different material every four to six months and I frequently forget it which is a shame because it would be nice to have a bigger library.

Clear therefore thy head, and rally, and manage thy thoughts rightly, and thou wilt save time, and see and do thy business well; for thy judgment will be distinct, thy mind free, and the faculties strong and regular.

The more we remember, the better we are at processing the world. And the better we are at processing the world, the more we can remember about it.

I feel great, very healthy and alive and really happy that I can remember yesterday and I can remember the day before.

My brain is like a hard drive. Once you start adding new information, you start cutting off old information.

If you cannot concentrate, you are not so happy.

No one can remember more than three points.

When I need names they drop out of my head; when I don't need them they drop back.

I need one psychological expert to help me concentrate.

Our culture constantly inundates us with new information, and yet our brains capture so little of it. I can spend half a dozen hours reading a book and then have only a foggy notion of what it was about.

People always complain about their memories, never about their minds.

If we should remember everything we would be as worse off as if we remembered nothing.

I've got rid of the ADD, but I do find it hard to concentrate sometimes.

Memory is a big one: our ability to use the memory and move things in and out efficiently - that affected what we were able to do more than anything.

I would say that I probably remember football stuff... but it's not like you see it once and then it's just there. I go back and watch film, watch plays, and, in my brain, I probably only have room for so much.

I read slowly, I watch movies slowly, because I retain everything.

Every one complains of a poor memory, no one of a weak judgment.

Without the capacity to provide its own information, the mind drifts into randomness.

I have a great memory. And actually, I remember Russia in some ways better than I remember Queens.

If we remembered everything, we should on most occasions be as ill off as if we remembered nothing. It would take us as long to recall a space of time as it took the original time to elapse, and we should never get ahead with our thinking. All recollected times undergo, accordingly, what M. Ribot calls foreshortening; and this foreshortening is due to the omission of an enormous number of facts which filled them.

The power of concentration is the only key to the treasure-house of knowledge.

If any one faculty of our nature may be called more wonderful than the rest, I do think it is memory. There seems something more speakingly incomprehensible in the powers, the failures, the inequalities of memory, than in any other of our intelligences. The memory is sometimes so retentive, so serviceable, so obedient; at others, so bewildered and so weak; and at others again, so tyrannic, so beyond control! We are, to be sure, a miracle every way; but our powers of recollecting and of forgetting do seem peculiarly past finding out.

The more intelligible a thing is, the more easily it is retained in the memory, and counterwise, the less intelligible it is, the more easily we forget it.

The power to concentrate was the most important thing. Living without this power would be like opening one’s eyes without seeing anything.