It is said that the darkest hour of the night comes just before the dawn.

Memory is the treasure house of the mind wherein the monuments thereof are kept and preserved.

He that hopes no good fears no ill.

All commend patience, but none can endure to suffer.

All doors open to courtesy.

Despair gives courage to a coward.

Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.