No one wants to look back at their past unless they can honestly say they've lived well. Anyone who has chased status, looked down on others, fought with rage, lied for gain, grabbed what they wanted, or thrown away their money will be afraid of their own memories. But the past is actually sacred. It's the one part of our lives that can't be touched by bad luck or controlled by outside forces. Poverty can't reach it. Fear can't disturb it. Sickness can't attack it. Nothing can trouble it or steal it from us. It belongs to us forever, completely safe.
No one, unless all his acts have been submitted to the infallible censorship of his own conscience, willingly turns his thoughts back upon the past. He who has ambitiously desired, haughtily scorned, passionately vanquished, treacherously deceived, greedily snatched, or prodigally wasted much, must needs fear his own memory; yet this is a holy and consecrated part of our time, beyond the reach of all human accidents, removed from the dominion of Fortune, and which cannot be disquieted by want, fear, or attacks of sickness: this can neither be troubled nor taken away from one: we possess it for ever undisturbed.