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.

Make the most of every sense; glory in all the facets of pleasure and beauty which the world reveals to you...

It is with a kind of fear that I begin to write the history of my life.

Surely there is no road of effort so steep but a loving deed may soften its hardshness.

Defeat is simply a signal to press onward.

I sometimes wonder if the hand is not more sensitive to the beauties of sculpture than the eye. I should think the wonderful rhythmical flow of lines and curves could be more subtly felt than seen. Be this as it may, I know that I can feel the heart-throbs of the ancient Greeks in their marble gods and goddesses.

Happiness is a state of mind, and depends very little on outward circumstances.