
All that hopes in the world is directly or indirectly brought about by hope. Not a stroke of work would be done were it not in hopes of some glorious reward. It matters not that it generally paves the way to disappointment. Phoenix - like it rises from its ashes and bids us forget the disappointment of the present in the contemplation of future delights. Hope, then, is the principal antidote which keeps our hearts from bursting under the pressure of evils.
True hope is based on energy of character. A string mind always hopes, and has always cause to hope, because it know the mutability of human affairs, and how slight a circumstances may change the whole course of events.
It is the best to hope only for things possible and probable; he that hopes too much shall deceive himself at last, especially if his industry does not go along with his hopes, for hope without action is a barren undo er.

Hope awakens courage, but despondency is the last of all evils; it is the abandonment of good - the giving up of the battle of life with dead nothingness. When the other emotions are controlled by events, hope remains buoyant and undismayed - unchanged, amidst the most adverse circumstances.
Hopes lives in the future, but dies in the present. Its estate is one of the expectancy. Hope calculates its schemes for a long and durable life, presses forward to imaginary points of bliss, and grasps at impossibilities, and, consequently, very often ensnares men into beggary, ruin, and dishonor.