I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present.

What is worse than having no sight is being able to see but having no vision.

So long as you can sweeten another's pain, life is not in vain.

I have often been asked, Do not people bore you? I do not understand quite what that means. I suppose the calls of the stupid and curious, especially of newspaper reporters, are always inopportune. I also dislike people who try to talk down to my understanding. They are like people who when walking with you try to shorten their steps to suit yours; the hypocrisy in both cases is equally exasperating.

Speech is the birthright of every child. It is the deaf child's one fair chance to keep in touch with his fellows.

Where once stood the steadfast pines, great, beautiful, sweet, my hand touched raw, moist stumps. All about lay broken branches, like the antlers of stricken deer. The fragrant, piled-up sawdust swirled and tumbled about me. An unreasoning resentment flashed through me at the ruthless destruction of the beauty that I love.

Every one of us is blind and deaf until our eyes are opened to our fellowmen, until our ears hear the voice of humanity.