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

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

Lord save us all from a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.

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

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

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

The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

At the end of the day, we must go forward with hope and not backward by fear and division.

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