Hope is the feeling we have that the feeling we have is not permanent.

Ideology, politics and journalism, which luxuriate in failure, are impotent in the face of hope and joy.

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.

How wonderful that we have met with a paradox. Now we have some hope of making progress.

Let's drink to the spirit of gallantry and courage that made a strange Heaven out of unbelievable Hell, and let's drink to the hope that one day this country of ours, which we love so much, will find dignity and greatness and peace again.