Death is the greatest evil, because it cuts off hope.

It is natural to man to indulge in the illusion of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren, till she transforms us into beasts.

There is one thing which gives radiance to everything. It is the idea of something around the corner.

If one truly has lost hope, one would not be on hand to say so.

While I breathe, I hope.

There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something better tomorrow.

If it were not for hopes, the heart would break.

Of all delusions perhaps none is so great as the thought that our past has ruined our present, that the evils we have done, the mistakes we have committed, have made all further Hope impossible.

Hope proves man deathless. It is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity.

Hope is the dream of a waking man.