HOPE
What is true of the individual will be tomorrow true of the whole nation if individuals will but refuse to lose heart and hope.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.
The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope.