Frost - pg. 45

Memory was merely preference. "If not, it will destroy everything, even the toughest substance in oneself." Madness, joy, contentment, stubbornness and ignorance, belief and unbelief were at all times at its disposal. "It's pure pleasure, dissolving even death." To stand in relation to memory as to a human being, from whom one might part from time to time, only to welcome him back with renewed cordiality into ones home, that was the thing "that benefits the memory and the man who has it, more with each occasion."