The heart bow'd down by weight of woe,
To weakest hope will cling,
To thought and impulse read more

The heart bow'd down by weight of woe,
To weakest hope will cling,
To thought and impulse while they flow,
That can no comfort bring,
That can, that can no comfort bring,
With those exciting scenes will blend,
O'er pleasure's pathway thrown;
But mem'ry is the only friend
That grief can call its own.

Those who wish to sing always find a song.

Those who wish to sing always find a song.

We are long before we are convinced that happiness is never to be found, and each believes it possessed by read more

We are long before we are convinced that happiness is never to be found, and each believes it possessed by others, to keep alive the hope of obtaining it for himself.

A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.

A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.

Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.

Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never read more

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

Hope, deceitful as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable read more

Hope, deceitful as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.

Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak read more

Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.

Whoever, in middle age, attempts to realize the wishes and hopes of his early youth, invariably deceives himself. Each ten read more

Whoever, in middle age, attempts to realize the wishes and hopes of his early youth, invariably deceives himself. Each ten years of a man's life has its own fortunes, its own hopes, its own desires.