A Quote by Alexander Pope

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. — © Alexander Pope
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be Blest. The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home, Rest and expatiates in a life to come. Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or milky way; Yet simple Nature to his hope has giv'n, Behind the cloud-topp'd hill, an humbler heav'n.
"Hope springs eternal in the human breast," and is as necessary to life as the act of breathing.
The spirit of religious persecution is not the special failing of any particular faith, but springs eternal in the human breast.
People were always asking for good sound proofs; doubt springs eternal in the human breast, even in countries where the Inquisition can read your very thoughts in your eyes.
People keep on getting married. Evidently hope is eternal in the human breast.
I've always wanted to play Don Quixote in some way. It's a great role. I think the idealism of the man shows that hope that we have in the human breast to achieve something.
I'm always looking for perfection. Every photographer, in one way or another, if he's serious, is. He ain't ever going to get it. But hope springs eternal.
If you are one of earth’s inhabitants, how blest your father, and your gentle mother, blest all your kin. I know what happiness must send the warm tears to their eyes, each time they see their wondrous child go to the dancing! But one man’s destiny is more than blest—he who prevails, and takes you as his bride. Never have I laid eyes on equal beauty in man or woman. I am hushed indeed.
Hope springs eternal.
Cruelty is like hope: it springs eternal.
Hope springs eternal, even in politics.
Hope springs eternal, even for hopeless crusades.
Sure Man was born to meditate on things, And to contemplate the eternal springs Of God and Nature, glory, bliss and pleasure: That life and love might be his eternal treasure.
hope springs eternal, even in the heart of a fat girl.
Hope never trickles down. It always springs up.
Man is saved by love and duty, and by the hope that springs from duty, or rather from the moral facts of consciousness, as a flower springs from the soil.
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