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.

Be happy, talk happiness. Happiness calls out responsive gladness in others. There is enough sadness in the world without yours.

Certainly it is one of our sweetest experiences that when we are touched by some noble affection or pure joy, we remember the dead most tenderly, and feel more powerfully drawn to them.

There is no better way to thank God for your sight than by giving a helping hand to someone in the dark.

The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me. I am filled with wonder when I consider the immeasurable contrasts between the two lives which it connects. It was the third of March, 1887, three months before I was seven years old.

I do not like the world as it is; so I am trying to make it a little more as I want it.

Our worst foes are not belligerent circumstances, but wavering spirits.