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

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

Faith has to do with things that are not seen and hope with things that are not at hand.

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

Hope lies in dreams, in imagination, and in the courage of those who dare to make dreams into reality.

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

Nothing you write, if you hope to be good, will ever come out as you first hoped.

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

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

Hope is the dream of a waking man.