We are not meant to know the time or the nature of our deaths (for all of us secretly hope that we… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
You know nothing about Hope, that immortal, delicious maiden forever courted forever propitious, whom fools have called deceitful, as if it were… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around. — Louise Bogan Copy Share Image
