For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, >>
And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying. >>
Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if tho >>
Hope is the expectation that something outside of ourselves, something >>
Hope is itself a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happine >>
Hope is a bad thing. It means that you are not what you want to be. It >>
Hope is like a hairball trembling from its birth...