Hope is but the dream of those who wake.

For hope is but the dream of those that wake. -Matthew Prior.

Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.

Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart, And often took leave; but was loth to part.

To err is human.

The end must justify the means.