None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.

All human wisdom is summed up in two words wait and hope.

A strong mind always hopes, and has always cause to hope.

Everything that is done in the world is done by hope.

There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something tomorrow.

Hope is the dream of a waking man.

Hope, deceiving as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.

Confidence is that feeling by which the mind embarks in great and honorable courses with a sure hope and trust in itself.

One must always hope when one is desperate, and doubt when one hopes.