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

To communicate the truths of history is an act of hope for the future.

Hope is tomorrow's veneer over today's disappointment.

Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.

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

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

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.

Hope is the dream of a waking man.

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

A strong mind always hopes, and has always cause to hope.