HOPE, ABLE TO ENJOY SOME SUNSHINE AGAIN
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.
Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.