There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something tomorrow.

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

Hope is the dream of a waking man.

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

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

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

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

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

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

Never deprive someone of hope it might be all they have.