Life is must be filled with endless hope.

Hope is the grace of endurance in the stormy days.

God is the source of life. Life without God is hopeless. But life with God is an endless hope

The hope is the best and the worst thing at the same time.

Hope kept us alive in the midst of the turbulence.

For tho' we know what we ought to be; & what it would be very sweet & beautiful to be; yet we can't be it. That is most sad, too. Life is a long Dardenelles, My Dear Madam, the shores whereof are bright with flowers, which we want to pluck, but the bank is too high; & so we float on & on, hoping to come to a landing-place at last . . .