Memory is a capricious and arbitrary creature. You never can tell what pebble she will pick up from the shore of life to keep among her treasures, or what inconspicuous flower of the field she will preserve as the symbol of "thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."... And yet I do not doubt that the most Important things are always the best remembered.

The Works of Henry Van Dyke: Little rivers; a book of essays in profitable idleness (ed. 1920)