God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.

A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever.

The God to whom little boys say their prayers has a face very like their mother's

We are all failures - at least, the best of us are.

Love is not blind; it is an extra eye, which shows us what is most worthy of regard.

The most gladsome thing in the world is that few of us fall very low; the saddest that, with such capabilities, we seldom rise high