Invented languages have often been created in tandem with entire invented universes, and most conlangers come to their craft by way of fantasy and science fiction.

If you want to live a memorable life, you have to be the kind of person who remembers to remember.

Our lives are the sum of our memories. How much are we willing to lose from our already short lives by … not paying attention?

Memory is like a spiderweb that catches new information. The more it catches, the bigger it grows. And the bigger it grows, the more it catches.

What makes things memorable is that they are meaningful, significant, colorful.

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.

To the extent that experience is the sum of our memories and wisdom the sum of experience, having a better memory would mean knowing not only more about the world, but also more about myself.

...who we are and what we do it is fundamentally a function of what we remember.

As bad as we are at remembering names and phone numbers and word-for-word instructions from our colleagues, we have really exceptional visual and spatial memories.

Memory training is not just for the sake of performing party tricks; it's about nurturing something profoundly and essentially human.

The way to get better at a skill is to force yourself to practice just beyond your limits.

A soul mate is not found. A soul mate is recognized.

Live today facing forward—with your back on yesterday, your eyes on tomorrow, and your head and heart in the moment.

Beauty is not about being Formal or Stylish, it's rather about how you think of yourself in front of mirror!

Look upward to himLook to him for everythingLook to him for answersLook to him for a listening ear

Today I felt pass over me A breath of wind from the wings of madness.

When they gave me that trophy, bro, I cried.

How sweet war is to such as know it not.

A strange passion is moving in my head My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?

There are tens, perhaps hundreds of millions of people living in poverty and danger who might readily seek to enter a Western country if the opportunity is there.

I have mental joys and mental health, Mental friends and mental wealth, I've a wife that I love and that loves me; I've all but riches bodily.