Never go back to a place where you have been happy. Until you do it remains alive for you. If you go back it will be destroyed.

If you've had a happy childhood, nobody can take that away from you.

The past is the father of the present.

She was a lucky woman who had established a happy knack of writing what quite a lot of people wanted to read.

One little Indian boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself and then there were none.

The urge to write one's autobiography, so I have been told, overtakes everyone sooner or later.

The bereaved had never any doubt about their dear ones' wishes and those wishes usually squared with their own inclinations.