There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something tomorrow.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.
hopelessly, enslaved, falsely, believe
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
HOPE, FLOWERS HAVE NO TOMORROW