Our hap is lost, our hope but sad despair. 3 Hen., ii. 3.
Our happiness in this world depends on the affections we are able to inspire. Duchess de Praslin.
Our happiness should not be laid on a too broad foundation. Schopenhauer.
Our hearts, frequently warmed by the contact of those whom we wish to resemble, will undoubtedly catch something of their way of thinking; and we shall receive in our own bosoms some radiation at least of their fire and splendour. Joshua Reynolds.
Our heavenward progress is something like 15 that of the Jerusalem pilgrims of old, who for three steps forward took one backward. Jean Paul.
Our high respect for a well-read man is praise enough of literature. Emerson.
Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. Tennyson.
Our hopes are but our memories reversed. (?)
Our human laws are but the copies, more or less imperfect, of the eternal laws so far as we can read them. Froude.
Our humanity were a poor thing but for the 20 divinity that stirs within us. Bacon.