'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! An >>
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain. >>
A word is dead when it is said. Some say. I say it just, begins to liv >>
The natural flights of the human mind are not from pleasure to pleasur >>
Hope is the dream of a soul awake. >>
Men and women are limited not by the place of their birth, not by the >>
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul -- and sings the tunes without the words -- and never stops at all.