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

There's hope for everyone. That's what makes the world go round.

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

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

At the end of the day, we must go forward with hope and not backward by fear and division.

Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday.

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

Compromise is but the sacrifice of one right or good in the hope of retaining another - too often ending in the loss of both.

There is hope in dreams, imagination, and in the courage of those who wish to make those dreams a reality.

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