The deepest longing in the human breast is the desire for appreciation.
Time itself comes in drops.
The minute a man ceases to grow, no matter what his years, that minute he begins to be old.
Most people, probably, are in doubt about certain matters ascribed to their past. They may have seen them, may have said them, done them, or they may only have dreamed or imagined they did so.
In the practical use of our intellect, forgetting is as important as remembering.
If you give appreciation to people, you win their goodwill. But more important than that, practicing this philosophy has made a different person of me.