When we hope, we usually hope for the wrong thing.
To show a longing for anything that one cannot have, for instance, is not a clever position.
Impossible desires are the height of unreason.
What's most worthless about dreams is that everybody has them.
Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.
The ambitious deceive themselves in proposing an end to their ambition; that end, when attained, becomes a means.
Cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.
It is in vain that we get upon stilts, for once on them, it is still with our legs that we must walk. And on the highest throne in the world we are still sitting on our own ass.
