A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.

Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be.

Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be.

I look back on my life like a good day's work, it was done and I am satisfied with it.