Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday.

Even if the hopes you started out with are dashed, hope has to be maintained.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.