Lord save us all from... a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.

Lord save us all from old age and broken health and a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.

Now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates

But it is a blessed provision of nature that at times like these, as soon as a man's mercury has got down to a certain point there comes a revulsion, and he rallies. Hope springs up, and cheerfulness along with it, and then he is in good shape to do something for himself, if anything can be done.

None of us can have as many virtues as the fountain-pen, or half its cussedness; but we can try

Few of us can stand prosperity. Another man's, I mean.