Loss of hope is death, no matter how long after. Hope, in itself, is life to the dying and to the living. Hope has no equal in persuading the man, and hopelessness has no equal in his destruction. No passion or truth, no noble lie or self control, no plight for peace or responsibility for justice, nor rejection of oppression or embracing of obeisance are adequate and effective substitutes for hope.
Those hopeful are the strident calm. Those hopeful are the responsibly free. Those hopeful are the logically passionate. Those hopeful are truly alive. And if you are honest about those you admire, you will recognize that those who have hope owe it all to an eternal hope. Hope is either eternal or it is delusory.