Hope Springs eternal in the Human breast
Every man, be he rich or poor is fond of building castles in the air. The poor man dreams of prosperity , the rich man of increasing wealth. Nor need we wonder at this, for all men are for ever under the magic spell of hope. Hope springs eternal in the human breast. In youth it blooms like a flower, delicate and fragrant, shedding over the golden years of childhood the sweetness of its perfume. To the old it offers strength in hours of weariness. But air is an unstable element; castles in the air are worse than houses built on sand. They are frail structures, more delicate than a spider’s web.