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

The past is a source of knowledge, and the future is a source of hope. Love of the past implies faith in the future.

What is true of the individual will be tomorrow true of the whole nation if individuals will but refuse to lose heart and hope.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

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

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

The greatest joys are found not only in what we do and feel, but also in what we hope for.

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

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

Change is not a destination, just as hope is not a strategy.