HOPE
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
What is true of the individual will be tomorrow true of the whole nation if individuals will but refuse to lose heart and hope.
A little more persistence, a little more effort, and what seemed hopeless failure may turn to glorious success.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
HOPE, FLOWERS HAVE NO TOMORROW
Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
Compromise is but the sacrifice of one right or good in the hope of retaining another - too often ending in the loss of both.