When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the street, I always hope he's dead.

Like all of us in this storm between birth and death, I can wreak no great changes on the world, only small changes for the better, I hope, in the lives of those I love.

A propensity to hope and joy is real riches one to fear and sorrow real poverty.

Blues are the songs of despair, but gospel songs are the songs of hope.

Everyone who feels stuck in the Obama economy is right to focus on the here and now. And I hope you understand this too, if you're feeling left out or passed by: You have not failed, your leaders have failed you.