When I look into the future, it’s so bright, it burns my eyes.

Auspicious Hope! In thy sweet garden grow wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.

I thought that my voyage had’ come to its end at the last limit of my power, that the path. Before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted, and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity in me. And when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth form the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.

Our needs are always in a hurry. They rush and hustle, no patience for anything else but fulfillment of purpose.

You are as Young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope, as old as your despair.

Teeth fall out, hair grow grey. Yet man clings to hope that plays him false.

I do not ask to walk smooth paths Nor bear an easy load. I pray for strength and fortitude To climb the rock-strewn road. Give me such courage I can scale the hardest peaks alone, And transform every stumbling block Into a stepping stone.

Hope! Of all ills that men endure, The only cheap and universal cure.

There’s rarely a full cup that doesn’t break or spill over. And hopes which run high are nearly always shattered.

Youth fades; love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother’s secret hope outlives them all.