William Wordsworth: Hopes; what are they?—Beads of morning Strung on slender blades of grass; Or a spider's web adorning In a straight and t

Hopes; what are they?—Beads of morning Strung on slender blades of grass; Or a s — William Wordsworth

Hopes; what are they?—Beads of morning Strung on slender blades of grass; Or a spider's web adorning In a straight and treacherous pass.

William Wordsworth

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I steer my bark with Hope in the head, leaving Fear astern. My hopes, indeed, so — Thomas Jefferson
What are hopes, what are plans? — Friedrich Schiller
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair. — William Collins
To hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates. — Percy Bysshe Shelley
Nam qui peccare se nescit, corrigi non vult. — Seneca
If a man empties his purse into his head no one can take it away from him. An in — Attributed to Benjamin Franklin
The ego is not master in its own house. — Sigmund Freud
Ever eating, never cloying, All-devouring, all-destroying, Never finding full re — Jonathan Swift
Change alone is eternal, perpetual, immortal. — Arthur Schopenhauer
Simplify, simplify. — Henry David Thoreau
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers — Helen Schucman in A Course in Miracles
The completest charlatan that ever existed. — Napoleon