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

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

I only hope that we don't lose sight of one thing - that it was all started by a mouse.

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

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

I am proud to have been capable of giving people hope again.

Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday.

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

A little more persistence, a little more effort, and what seemed hopeless failure may turn to glorious success.

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