I will soar, then, beyond this power of my nature also, still rising by degrees towardhim who made me. And I enter the fields and spacious halls of memory, where are storedas treasures the countless images that have been brought into them from all manner ofthings by the senses. There, in the memory, is likewise stored what we cogitate, either byenlarging or reducing our perceptions, or by altering one way or another those things whichthe senses have made contact with; and everything else that has been entrusted to it andstored up in it, which oblivion has not yet swallowed up and buried.
Quote by Augustine of Hippo
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