A strong mind always hopes, and has always cause to hope.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I find hope in the darkest of days, and focus in the brightest. I do not judge the universe.

Confidence is that feeling by which the mind embarks in great and honorable courses with a sure hope and trust in itself.

Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday.