When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. And now when every new baby is born its first laugh becomes a fairy. So there ought to be one fairy for every boy or girl.
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God gave us memories, that we might have June roses in the December of our lives.
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Let no one who loves be called unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow.
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God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December.
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God gave us memory that we might have roses in December.
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God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
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Life is a long lesson in humility.
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I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.
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Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough, You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.
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Temper is a weapon that we hold by the blade.
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Men's second childhood begins when a woman gets a hold of him.
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There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make.
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The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.
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She was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.
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Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.
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The life of every person is like a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another.
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You have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by. Yes, but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.
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Heaven for climate, Hell for company.
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The printing press is either the greatest blessing or the greatest curse of modern times, sometimes one forgets which it is.
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You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by. Yes, but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.
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God gives us memory so that we may have roses in December.
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Never ascribe to an opponent motives meaner than your own.
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The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.
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Shall we make a new rule of life from tonight always try to be a little kinder than is necessary.
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I know not, sir, whether Bacon wrote the works of Shakespeare, but if he did not it seems to me that he missed the opportunity of his life.
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Strength instead of being the lusty child of passion, grows by grappling with and subduing them.
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To die will be an awfully big adventure.
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We are all failures--at least, the best of us are.
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Ambition -- it is the last infirmity of noble minds.
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Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.
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