The world is bad but not without hope. It is only hopeless when you look at it from an ideal viewpoint.

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

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

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

Faith has to do with things that are not seen and hope with things that are not at hand.

Hope lies in dreams, in imagination, and in the courage of those who dare to make dreams into reality.

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

All human wisdom is summed up in two words wait and hope.

Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday.

We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.