Lord save us all from a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.

Faith is the very first thing you should pack in a hope chest.

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

A little more persistence, a little more effort, and what seemed hopeless failure may turn to glorious success.

The past is a source of knowledge, and the future is a source of hope. Love of the past implies faith in the future.

What is true of the individual will be tomorrow true of the whole nation if individuals will but refuse to lose heart and hope.

We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds.

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

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope.