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.
We are born crying, live complaining, and die disappointed.
With devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.
In fair weather prepare for foul.
An ounce of cheerfulness is worth a pound of sadness to serve God with.
Memory is the treasure house of the mind wherein the monuments thereof are kept and preserved.