It is natural to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes to that siren until she allures us to our death.

He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt.

I know not what others may choose but, as for me, give me liberty or give me death.

Then we shall rise and view ourselves with clearer eyes in that calm region where no night can hide us from each other's sight.

The expression in her eyes was an expression that Byron had described to us as the look of hope. I couldn't stop myself from hugging her.

I'm pissed that TBS changed their network and did not renew us. I hope they die a miserable burning death with their new program format because I'm pissed. Now again, I don't want TBS to burn to the ground literally. I just want their ratings to go down in smoldering flames. I'm just pissed that my show got jacked.