And even if you were in some prison, the walls of which let none of the sounds of the world come to your senses — would you not then still have your childhood, that precious, kingly possession, that treasure-house of memories? – Rainer Maria Rilke

Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep. – Thomas Haynes Bayly

Hmmm, how to “can a day?” You know, those days that seem just perfect you want access to them whenever the need arises. – Jeb Dickerson, jebdickerson.com