Hope ♥

The natural flights of the human mind are not from Pleasure to Pleasure, but from Hope to Hope. Hope itself is a species of happiness and perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords; but, like all other pleasure immoderately enjoyed, the excesses of hope must be expiated by pain... Hope is also like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it , the road comes into existence.

Remember: Hope is the only Bee that makes honey without flowers. ♥