Hope was an instinct only the reasoning human mind could kill. An animal never knew despair.

Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim

Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim. It is, one is told, the unforgivable sin, but it is a sin the corrupt or evil man never practices. He always has hope. He never reaches the freezing-point of knowing absolute failure. Only the man of goodwill carries always in his heart this capacity for damnation.

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

The road that is built in hope is more pleasant to the traveler than the road built in despair, even though they both lead to the same destination.

To be truly radical is to make hope possible rather than despair convincing