Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it. — Groucho Marx
The Secret Garden. Dickon: The animals tell me all their secrets. Mary: [pointing to the Robin] He wouldn't tell you my secret, would he? Dickon: About what, Miss Mary? Mary: A garden. I've stolen a garden. But it may already be dead, I don't know. Dickon: I'll know. Mary: Promise you won't tell anyone? Dickon: Promise. Mary: No one? Dickon: Not a soul.