Bryant H. McGill

Death is the great hope of all life the desire to expend itself to be used and consumed by its own longing for itself.

Freedom is not a gift nor does it simply exist for us to have, but rather it is a sacred duty, and its blessed yield of hope is born from none other than the blood of the innocent.

In the company of the accomplished, people hope it will rub off on themselves, in the company of the misfortunate, they fear it!

The greatest joys are found not only in what we do and feel, but also in what we hope for.

Having a sense of purpose is having a sense of self. A course to plot is a destination to hope for.

Truth is not a matter of fact but a state of harmony with progress and hope. Enveloped only in its wings will we ever soar to the promise of our greater selves.

While it is important for people to see your promise you must also remember that hope is the keeper of both happiness and disappointment, the father of both progress and failure.