Samuel Ullman Quotes

People don't believe in positive changes anymore.

I'd like very much to make a confident picture. I would like to be as good as nature, which, with a shower, produces flowers and grass to cover the destruction. But we are surrounded by human fragmentation, by pessimism, and it is difficult to talk of other things.

Cynicism is fear posing as confidence; joy is hope let off the leash.

I think I hate cynicism more than anything else. It's the curse of our age, and I want to avoid it at all costs.

You are as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fears; as young as your hope, as old as your despair.

At my age it is unseemly to be pessimistic.

My sun sets to rise again.

My sun sets to rise again.

I'm not pessimistic about much of anything.

I'm not as hopeful as I was when I was young.

I'm not cynical.

I have a lot of friends that take that position of extreme cynicism, and I just can't let myself go to that place. It's just too easy, and it's just too defeatist.

It's not such a bad thing to bring some naive optimism to Washington.

People think it’s easy to be cynical and pessimistic, but it’s incredibly hard work. It’s much easier to be hopeful.

Hope is not a matter of age.

Cynicism is tough. A cynic's point of view is really pitiful. I derive pleasure out of a lot of things in life. As long as I'm fairly healthy, it's hard to stay dismal for very long.

Lord save us all from old age and broken health and a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.

There is a powerful need for people to feel that gust of hope rise up again.

I find it next to impossible to remain politely silent when people prate to me about the glory of being given another chance to live happily ever after!

With optimism, you look upon the sunny side of things. People say, 'Studs, you're an optimist.' I never said I was an optimist. I have hope because what's the alternative to hope? Despair? If you have despair, you might as well put your head in the oven.

The cynicism that you have is not your real soul.

The earth has grown old with its burden of care, but at Christmas it always is young, the heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair, and its soul full of music breaks the air, when the song of angels is sung.

As we get older - perhaps I'm just speaking for myself - we can get too cynical.

I'm capable of looking on the bright side. I just don't do it very often.

You may not know it, but at the far end of despair, there is a white clearing where one is almost happy.