You cannot touch the clouds, you know; but you feel the rain and know how glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day. You cannot touch love either; but you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything. Without love you would not be happy or want to play.
Anne Sullivan MacyYou can't touch love, but you can feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.
Anne Sullivan MacyOur material eye cannot see that a stupid chauvinism is driving us from one noisy, destructive, futile agitation to another.
Anne Sullivan Macy