Despair is a free man—hope is a slave.

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

I don't say Valancy deliberately murdered these lovers as she outgrew them. One simply faded away as another came. Things are very convenient in this respect in Blue Castles.

The road that is built in hope is more pleasant to the traveler than the road built in despair, even though they both lead to the same destination.

To be truly radical is to make hope possible rather than despair convincing

I alternate between hope and despair,