something was dead in each of us,
and what was dead was hope.

Why was I born with such contemporaries?

When I think of all the harm [the Bible] has done, I despair of ever writing anything to equal it.

Many of the great achievements of the world were accomplished by tired and discouraged men who kept on working.

What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise

Something was dead in each of us,/ And what was dead was Hope.