The sharp knife of dawn glitters in my hand but how bare is everything-tall tall tree infinite air, the unrelaxing tension of the world and only hope, hope only, the kind eagle soars and wheels in flight.

He who does not hope to win has already lost.

Hope is a waking dream.

Hope is a risk that must be run.

Hope deferred maketh the heart sick.

Hope is a prodigal young heir, and Experience is his banker.

Hope is a strange invention- A Patent of the Heart- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out-.

The reason of idleness and of crime is the deferring of our hopes.

Ten thousand men possess ten thousand hopes. -A few bear fruit in happiness; the others go awry.

He that lives upon hope will die fasting.