We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.

Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.

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

Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday.

Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

Hope is the dream of a waking man.

A good teacher can inspire hope, ignite the imagination, and instill a love of learning.

Hope is tomorrow's veneer over today's disappointment.

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