— Charles Maurice de Talleyrand-Périgord French diplomat 1754 - 1838
Context: They have learned nothing, and forgotten nothing. (and variations) Recognized since the 19th century as a borrowing, possibly used by Talleyrand, from a 1796 letter to Mallet du Pan by French naval officer Charles Louis Etienne, Chevalier de Panat: Personne n'est corrigé; personne n'a su ni rien oublier ni rien apprendre. "Nobody has been corrected; no one has known to forget, nor yet to learn anything." Sources: Craufurd Tate Ramage Ll.D.Beautiful thoughts from French and Italian authors, E. Howell (1866)
„He died alone and forgotten and only in modern times has he come up as a genius composer and a brilliant visionary.“
— Marion Bauer American composer 1882 - 1955
Harry Shaw Simpson. (2014). Music Today, p.300. Geni Book Publishing Experts. .
„Forgotten the strife;
Now the need to kill
Has died like fire,
And the need to love
Has replaced desire“
— Anne Morrow Lindbergh American aviator and author 1906 - 2001
— Greg Bear American writer best known for science fiction 1951
Context: Nothing is lost. Nothing is forgotten. It was in the blood, the flesh, And now it is forever. Interphase: Thought Universe (p. 247; closing lines)
— Henry Royce English engineer, car designer, co-founder of Rolls-Royce 1863 - 1933
As quoted in "Rolls-Royce Quotations" at the Rolls-Royce Owners’ Club http://www.rroc.org/content.asp?pl=535&sl=607&contentid=607
„Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.“
— Isaac Watts English hymnwriter, theologian and logician 1674 - 1748
Psalm 90 st. 5.
— Alice Evans British actress 1971
"Megarace 2" 1996.
— Shirley Jackson novelist, short story writer 1916 - 1965
— Agatha Christie, Death in the Clouds
„The long migrations meet across you and it is nothing to you, you have forgotten us, mother.
You were much younger when we crawled out of the womb and lay in the sun’s eye on the tideline.“
— Robinson Jeffers American poet 1887 - 1962
Context: The long migrations meet across you and it is nothing to you, you have forgotten us, mother. You were much younger when we crawled out of the womb and lay in the sun’s eye on the tideline. It was long and long ago; we have grown proud since then and you have grown bitter; life retains Your mobile soft unquiet strength; and envies hardness, the insolent quietness of stone. "Continent's End" in Tamar and Other Poems (1924)