Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.

Confidence is that feeling by which the mind embarks in great and honorable courses with a sure hope and trust in itself.

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

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

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

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

Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

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

No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible.

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