HOPE
Hope, deceiving as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.
Compromise is but the sacrifice of one right or good in the hope of retaining another - too often ending in the loss of both.
The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
I am prepared for the worst, but hope for the best.
I am prepared for the worst, but hope for the best.