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

Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.

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

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

The work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives and the dreams shall never die.

There is hope in dreams, imagination, and in the courage of those who wish to make those dreams a reality.

Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.

Compromise is but the sacrifice of one right or good in the hope of retaining another - too often ending in the loss of both.

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