Man can live about forty days without food, about three days without water, about eight minutes without air ... but only for one second without hope.
To eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.
Strong hope is a much greater stimulant of life than any single realized joy could be.
Hope is the last thing ever lost.
Faith walks simply, childlike, between the darkness of human life and the hope of what is to come.
Now the God of hope fills you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope.
Hope is putting faith to work when doubting would be easier.
My faith is important. I have nothing without it.
Hope is the belief, more or less strong, that joy will come; desire is the wish it may come.
Hope is the parent of faith.
No hope, no action.
Hope is one of the principal springs that keep mankind in motion.
Hope arouses, as nothing else can arouse, a passion for the possible.
Hope is the first thing to take some sort of action.
Hope is the anchor of the soul, the stimulus to action, and the incentive to achievement.
Hope is a vigorous principle ... it sets the head and heart to work, and animates a man to do his utmost.
It is the around-the-corner brand of hope that prompts people to action, while the distant hope acts as an opiate.
Hope is the pillar that holds up the world. Hope is the dream of a waking man.
Hope is but the dream of those that wake.
Hope is not a dream, but a way of making dreams become reality.