The two fortresses which are the last to yield in the human heart, are hope and pride.

Some blessings have been ours in the past, and these may be repeated or even multiplied.

The two fortresses which are the last to yield in the human heart, are hope and pride.

Tomorrow may be fair, however stormy the sky of today.

There must be vistas flying out beyond, that promise more than present conditions yield.

"Hope springs eternal in the human breast," and is as necessary to life as the act of breathing.

For who would live if life held no allurements?