Hope (n.) and fear are chained together like prisoner and guard: cease to hope and you will cease to fear.
Hope (n.) is merely the title of an uncertain blessing.
Hope (n.) is a weakness that can cure another: if you cannot scorn fear, temper it with hope — what we dread sinks into nothing as surely as what we hope for mocks us.
Hope (n.) and fear march in step, like a prisoner and the guard he is handcuffed to.
Hope (n.) is the root of fear: stop hoping and you stop fearing.
Hope (n.) should never come without an element of despair, nor despair without an element of hope.
Hope (n.) as a way of life leaves the immediate future always slipping from your grasp, with greed and the fear of death stealing in its place.
Hope (n.) should never come without despair, nor despair without hope: mingle the two and neither can sow a crop of trouble.
Hope (n.) and fear stretch the limits that are really near: it is we who lengthen the distance both to the prosperous man's fall and to the unfortunate's release.
Hope (n.) and fear belong to the same anxious soul, hanging on the future; stop hoping and you will stop fearing.