So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.
The living word awakened my soul, gave it light, hope, joy, set it free!
For my part, I wish, with Mr. Howells, that the literature of the past might be purged of all that is ugly and barbarous in it, although I should object as much as any one to having these great works weakened or falsified.
My friends have made the story of my life.
To be blind is bad, but worse is to have eyes and not see.
The welfare of each is bound up in the welfare of all.