I don't give a damn about semi-radicals!

Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.

The hands of those I meet are dumbly eloquent to me. The touch of some hands is an impertinence. I have met people so empty of joy, that when I clasped their frosty finger-tips, it seemed as if I were shaking hands with a northeast storm. Others there are whose hands have sunbeams in them, so that their grasp warms my heart. It may be only the clinging touch of a child's hand; but there is as much potential sunshine in it for me as there is in a loving glance for others. A hearty handshake or a friendly letter gives me genuine pleasure.

It is better to have no sight than it is to have no vision.

Now I feel as if I should succeed in doing something in mathematics, although I cannot see why it is so very important. . . The knowledge doesn't make life any sweeter or happier, does it?

Happiness is like the mountain summit. It is sometimes hidden by clouds, but we know it is there.

The beginning of my life was simple and much like every other little life. I came, I saw, I conquered, as the first baby in the family always does.