Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.

And die of nothing but a rage to live.

Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.

In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.

The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.