I regard philanthropy as a tragic apology for wrong conditions under which human beings live.

As selfishness and complaint pervert the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision.

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.

Love? Why ... it is what everybody feels for everybody else.

They took away what should have been my eyes (but I remembered Milton's Paradise). They took away what should have been my ears, (Beethoven came and wiped away my tears) They took away what should have been my tongue, (but I had talked with god when I was young) He would not let them take away my soul, possessing that I still possess the whole.

If the blind put their hands in God's, they find their way more surely than those who see but have not faith or purpose.

We differ, blind and seeing, one from another, not in our senses, but in the use we make of them, in the imagination and courage with which we seek wisdom beyond all senses.