“The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; they huddled round a burning log, leaned on a certain table, or listened to those certain songs.”

“Margaret thought of all she knew for certain, that day would always follow night that love was never wasted nor was it lost.”

“I think you’ve more than made up for lost time now. In fact, I’m certain you’ve exceeded your teasing quota for the day.” “I can’t borrow against tomorrow’s?” “No.”

“Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.”

“The New Deal began on March 25th, 1911. The day that the Triangle factory burned.”

“There are some delightful places in this world which have a sensual charm for the eyes. One loves them with a physical love. We people who are attracted by the countryside cherish fond memories of certain springs, certain woods, certain ponds, certain hills, which have become familiar sights and can touch our hearts like happy events.Sometimes indeed the memory goes back towards a forest glade, or a spot on a river bank or an orchard in blossom, glimpsed only once on a happy day, but preserved in our heart.”