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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I do hope that our spring will be starting shortly and we will all be able to enjoy some sunshine again.

Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.