All the great things are simple, and many can be expressed in a single word: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope.

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

What you hope for, like Unforgiven did a lot to give you a chance to do it again sometime.

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.

Hope is tomorrow's veneer over today's disappointment.

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

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

We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds.

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