Oscar Wilde: Something was dead in each of us, And what was dead was Hope.

Something was dead in each of us, And what was dead was Hope. — Oscar Wilde

Something was dead in each of us, And what was dead was Hope.
I hear her hair has turned quite gold from grief — Oscar Wilde
Tell me, when you are alone with him Sphinx, does he take off his face and revea — Oscar Wilde
"She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the yo — Oscar Wilde
My dear fellow, the truth isn't quite the sort of thing one tells to a nice, swe — Oscar Wilde
I laugh, for hope hath happy place with me, If my bark sinks, 'tis to another se — William Ellery Channing
Protesting is an act of love . It is born of a deeply held conviction that the w — Amy Goodman Conclusion
Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher, Death, an — Alexander Pope
Hope, like a cordial, innocent, though strong, Man's heart, at once, inspirits, — Edward Young
Where there is the greatest love, there are always miracles. — Willa Cather
Wir sprechen überhaupt viel zu viel. Wir sollten weniger sprechen und mehr zeich — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Holy Mother Church has ... always been the friend of the fine arts and has ever — Second Vatican Council
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful. — Rabindranath Tagore