The hands of fate keep time on a heart-shaped clock.

Montag shook his head. He looked at a blank wall. The girl's face was there, really quite beautiful in memory: astonishing, in fact. She had a very thin face like the dial of a small clock seen faintly in a dark room in the middle of a night when you waken to see the time and see the clock telling you the hour and the minute and the second, with a white silence and a glowing, all certainty and knowing what it had to tell of the night passing swiftly on toward further darknesses, but moving also toward a new sun.

Again time elapsed.

As a nation, develop your wealth of virtues and watch yourself live better than most countries who brag themselves in their virtues of natural wealth

Plant seeds of kindness and watch your blessings flow abundantly

I am a people watcher and I have a very good memory.