Ah, Hope! what would life be, stripped of thy encouraging smiles, that >>
When things come to the worse, they generally mend. >>
The want of education and moral training is the only real barrier that >>
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in >>
Time -- our youth -- it never really goes, does it? It is all held in >>
Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out. >>
What a wonderful faculty is memory! -- the most mysterious and inexplicable in the great riddle of life; that plastic tablet on which the Almighty registers with unerring fidelity the records of being, making it the depository of all our words, thoughts and deeds -- this faithful witness against us for good or evil.