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

Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.

The only way boss to keep hope in the world is to keep changing its population frequently.

Oh, what a valiant faculty is hope, that in a mortal subject, and in a moment, makes nothing of usurping infinity, immensity, eternity, and of supplying its masters indigence, at its pleasure, with all things he can imagine or desire!

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

Strong hope is a much greater stimulant of life than any single realised joy could be.

Never give out while there is hope; but hope not beyond reason, for that shows more desire than judgment.

Just as dumb creatures are snared by food, human beings would not be caught unless they had a nibble of hope.

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

At first we hope too much, later on, not enough.