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

Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

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

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

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

Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday.

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

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

Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.

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