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

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

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

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

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

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.

The work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives and the dreams shall never die.

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

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

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