Happiness is in love, in service, and in beautiful memory.

Life is a journey, education is our pleasure and our memory.

The magic of love is that it becomes our memory which we never can forget.

Every memory becomes a golden treasure to us when we have lived our lives with tragedy and triumphs, sadness and happiness.

Fame is like drifting clouds, transient and ephemeral. Memory is forever.

If you try to forget it, nothing can erase a memory.

Every memory is precious. It is more precious when it is a memory of a baby’s smile.

Life is a flower in the garden of humanity. It blooms for a short time and then slowly it disappears and becomes a memory on the canvas of infinite time.

It is easy to create a memory, but it is almost impossible to forget.