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

Nothing you write, if you hope to be good, will ever come out as you first hoped.

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

Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday.

All the great things are simple, and many can be expressed in a single word: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope.

Hope is the feeling we have that the feeling we have is not permanent.

I do hope that our spring will be starting shortly and we will all be able to enjoy some sunshine again.

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

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

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