The poor fatherless baby of eight months is now the utterly broken-hearted and crushed widow of forty-two! My life as a happy one is ended! the world is gone for me! If I must live on (and I will do nothing to make me worse than I am), it is henceforth for our poor fatherless children - for my unhappy country, which has lost all in losing him - and in only doing what I know and feel he would wish.
Hope never abandons you you abandon it.
I place no hope in my strength nor in my works: but all my confidence is in God my protector who never abandons those who have put all their hope and thought in him.
An artist never really finishes his work he merely abandons it.