Folly loves the martyrdom of fame. >>
Oh Time! the beautifier of the dead, adorer of the ruin, comforter and >>
It is very certain that the desire of life prolongs it. >>
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips it's turn. >>
To live without Hope is to Cease to live. >>
Extreme hopes are born from extreme misery. >>
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.