I hope SeaWorld is exploring how, like Ringling, it can get out of the wild animal business.
Middle age is when you’re sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn’t for you.
I hope that I am generous and tolerant, but certainly on the intellectual side I think that there are discoverable truths, and some things that are closer approximations to the truth than others.
Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
I am not the same man I was 35 years ago. And I hope that five years and ten years from now, I’ll be a better man, a more mature man, a wiser man, a more humble man and a more spirited man to serve the good of my people and the good of humanity.
When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.
Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, ‘It will be happier.’
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.