There is nothing more miserable and foolish than anticipation.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises.
One does not expect in this world; one hopes and pays carfares.
Appetite, with an opinion of attaining, is called hope; the same without such opinion, despair.
Hope awakens courage. He who can implant courage in the human soul is the best physician.
For in that word, that fatal word, however we promise, hope, believe, there breathes despair.
Hopes, what are they? Beads of morning Strung on slender blades of grass; Or a spider’s web adorning In a straight and treacherous pass.
Hope is a prodigal young heir, and experience is his banker, but his drafts are seldom honored since there is often a heavy balance against him, because he draws largely on a small capital and is not yet in possession.
Hope is a pleasant acquaintance, but an unsafe friend. Hope is not the man for your banker, though he may do for a travelling companion.
The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.