History says, Don’t hope On this side of the grave, But then, once in a lifetime The longed-for tidal wave Of justice can rise up, And hope and history rhyme

Two buckets were easier carried than one. / I grew up in between.

I always believed that whatever had to be written would somehow get itself written.

There is not built-in meaning to anything, we are free to add any meaning we choose to give it.

Even if the hopes you started out with are dashed, hope has to be maintained.

Hope is not optimism, which expects things to turn out well, but something rooted in the conviction that there is good worth working for.

I suppose I did feel a certain public pressure always.