Hope is itself a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness, which this world affords.

No place affords a more striking conviction of the vanity of human hopes than a public library.

There is scarcely any writer who has not celebrated the happiness of rural privacy, and delighted himself and his reader with the melody of birds, the whisper of groves, and the murmur of rivulets

We are long before we are convinced that happiness is never to be found, and each believes it possessed by others, to keep alive the hope of obtaining it for himself.

Whatever enlarges hope will also exalt courage.

We are long before we are convinced that happiness is never to be found, and each believes it possessed by others, to keep alive the hope of obtaining it for himself.