Hope is not a resting place but a starting point - a cactus, not a cushion.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It is my last wish to be burried sitting up.
Everywhere I have sought rest and not found it, except sitting in a corner by myself with a little book.
You can't sit there and worry about everything.
I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.
I hate to sound esoteric, but there is something about a house that leads you to that one chair, that one corner, where you just sit and feel comfortable.
We were lounging around in this beautiful house in LA, and I'm coming from NY, so sometimes when we weren't working I would just sit on those folding chairs.
Cherish all your happy moments; they make a fine cushion for old age.
Hope, the best comfort of our imperfect condition.
Hope is a flatterer, but the most upright of all parasites; for she frequents the poor man's hut, as well as the palace of his superior.
A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.