He who marries the spirit of the age soon becomes a widower.
Of all the senses, sight must be the most delightful.
What a blind person needs is not a teacher but another self.
It gives me a deep comforting sense that Things seen are temporal and things unseen are eternal.
I wonder what becomes of lost opportunities? Perhaps our guardian angel gathers them up as we drop them, and will give them back to us in the beautiful sometime when we have grown wiser, and learned how to use them rightly.
Not the senses I have but what I do with them is my kingdom.