A strange thing is memory, and hope one looks backward, and the other forward one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.

Your ordinary acts of love and hope point to the extraordinary promise that every human life is of inestimable value.

If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.

Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.

When too many Americans don't vote or participate, some see apathy and despair. I see disappointment and even outrage. And I believe that out of this frustration can come hope and action.