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Quote by Samuel Johnson
Hope itself is a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief hap

Hope itself is a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords; but, like all other pleasures immoderately enjoyed, the excesses of hope must be expiated by pain. – Samuel Johnson

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No man will be found in whose mind airy notions do not sometimes tyrannize, and force him to hope or fear beyond the limits of sober probability. – Samuel Johnson

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We are long before we are convinced that happiness is never to be found, and each believes it possessed by others, to keep alive the hope of obtaining it for himself. – Samuel Johnson

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Happiness
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I am inclined to attach some importance to the new system of manufacturing and venture to throw it out with the hope of its receiving a full discussion among those who are most interestedin the subject. – Charles Babbage

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A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread. – Georges Bernanos

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The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. – Barbara Kingsolver

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I would hope that a wise Latina woman with the richness of her experiences would more often than not reach a better conclusion than a white male who hasnt lived that life. – Sonia Sotomayor

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I never blame myself when Im not hitting. I just blame the bat and if it keeps up, I change bats. After all, if I know it isnt my fault that Im not hitting, how can I get mad at myself? – Yogi Berra

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It sometimes seems to me (it is an error, I confess, but one into which I am for ever falling) that poetry is no longer anything more than an imitation of poetry… – Alexandre Vinet (1797–1847)

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