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

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

You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.

We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it.

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

To die will be an awfully big adventure.