I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers.

Remember, no effort that we make to attain something beautiful is ever lost.

Words are the mind's wings, are they not?

The breakage and agony rending us today will be our salvation if they drive us by new routes to meet it. No one can proxy for us a masterpiece of loving or experience for us the rapture of art or launch for us book ships freighted with sweet bread to strengthen man. As of old we must be our own seers, musicians and explorers, and to an extent vaster than ever before.

The human being is born with an incurable capacity for making the best of things.

The best things in life are not seen or heard ... but felt with the heart.

The worst thing is to be born sighted but to lack vision.