A good garden may have some weeds.
Friendships multiply joys and divide griefs.
Memory is the treasure house of the mind wherein the monuments thereof are kept and preserved.
A gift, with a kind countenance, is a double present.
Memory depends very much on the perspicuity, regularity, and order of our thoughts. Many complain of the want of memory, when the defect is in the judgment; and others, by grasping at all, retain nothing.
He that plants trees loves others besides himself.