I believe there are angels among us, sent down to us from somewhere up above. They come to you and me in our darkest hours, to show us how to live, to teach us how to give, to guide us with a light of love.

The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me. I am filled with wonder when I consider the immeasurable contrasts between the two lives which it connects. It was the third of March, 1887, three months before I was seven years old.

Surely there is no road of effort so steep but a loving deed may soften its hardshness.

If I could have only one of my senses then I would choose hearing, Then I wouldn't feel so all alone.

I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me.

To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.

Even if you have a problem, you don't need to be one.