A little further

I soothe my soul with hopes and watch for them; how narrow life would be without the wide expanse of hope.

While there is life, there is hope.

Joseph, though lost, will come back to Canaan — do not grieve; the house of sorrows will one day be a garden of roses — do not grieve.

This too shall pass.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.

If there is no struggle, there is no progress. Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet deprecate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground.

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear — not absence of fear.

Fall down seven times, rise up eight.

Fire tests gold; adversity tests the brave.