To live without Hope is to Cease to live.
No easy hope or lies shall bring us to our goal, but iron sacrifice of body, will, and soul.
Next week shall begin my operations on my hat, on which you know my principal hopes of happiness depend.
Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.
“Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’…”
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present.
With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can’t start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It’s like quicksand… hopeless from the start.
Our human compassion binds us the one to the other – not in pity or patronizingly, but as human beings who have learnt how to turn our common suffering into hope for the future.
Once you choose hope, anything’s possible.
Man wants to live, but it is useless to hope that this desire will dictate all his actions.
It is only by not paying one’s bills that one can hope to live in the memory of the commercial classes.
In such a porcelain life, one likes to be sure that all is well, lest one stumble upon one’s hopes in a pile of broken crockery.
