So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.

Often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.

Ruth is so loyal and gentle-hearted, we cannot help loving her, as she stands with the reapers amid the waving corn. Her beautiful, unselfish spirit shines out like a bright star in the night of a dark and cruel age. Love like Ruth's, love which can rise above conflicting creeds and deep-seated racial prejudices, is hard to find in all the world.

Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world straight in the eye.

The worst calamity: 'To have eyes and fail to see.'

No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars.

Usually they are quick to discover that I cannot see or hear.... It is not training but love which impels them to break their silence about me with the thud of a tail rippling against my chair on gambols round the study, or news conveyed by expressive ear, nose, and paw. Often I yearn to give them speech, their motions are so eloquent with things they cannot say.