I live on hope and that I think do all Who come into this world.

Scatter the clouds that hide The face of heaven, and show Where sweet peace doth abide, Where Truth and Beauty grow.

The evening darkens over After a day so bright, The windcapt waves discover That wild will be the night.

Behind the western bars The shrouded day retreats, And unperceived the stars Steal to their sovran seats. And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens mo…

Man is born as a freak of nature, being within nature and yet transcending it. He has to find principles of action and decision-making which replace the princi…

Every age is fed on illusions, lest men should renounce life early and the human race come to an end.

Hope is necessary in every condition. The miseries of poverty, of sickness, or captivity, would, without this comfort, be insupportable; nor does it appear tha…