During the first nineteen months of my life I had caught glimpses of broad, green fields, a luminous sky, trees and flowers which the darkness that followed could not wholly blot out. If we have once seen, "the day is ours, and what the day has shown."

Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.

We must not creep along when our souls cry out for us to soar!

Only in quietness do we possess our own minds and discover the resources of the Inner Life.

A person who is severely impaired never knows his hidden sources of strength until he is treated like a normal human being and encouraged to shape his own life.

I do not mean to object to a thorough knowledge of the famous works we read. I object only to the interminable comments and bewildering criticisms that teach but one thing: there are as many opinions as there are men.

If I, deaf, blind, find life rich and interesting, how much more can you gain by the use of your five senses!