Hope is the second soul of the unhappy.

Our mistakes and failures are always the first to strike us, and outweigh in our imagination what we have accomplished and attained.

Hell begins the day that God grants you the vision to see all that you could have done, should have done, and would have done, but did not do.

In politics as on a sickbed men toss from side to side in hope of lying more comfortably.

Our wishes are presentiments of the abilities that lie in us, harbingers of what we will be able to accomplish.

The best pleasures of this world are not quite true.

The clever reader who is capable or reading between these lines what does not stand written in them but is nevertheless implied will be able to form some conception.