Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

"I know better!" broke in Laurie. "You think so now, but there'll come a time when you will care for somebody, and you'll love him tremendously, and live and die for him. I know you will, it's your way, and I shall have to stand by and see it," and the despairing lover cast his hat upon the ground with a gesture that would have seemed comical, if his face had not been so tragic.

Not one word, not one gesture of yours shall I, could I, ever forget...