When one doors closes, another door opens.

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

What if in my waking hours a sound should ring through the silent halls of hearing? ... Would the bow and string tension of life snap? Would the heart over weighted with sudden joy stop beating for very excess of happiness?

People are too prone to think that the actual is the limit of possibility. They believe that all that has been done is all that can be done.

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

Happiness is the final and perfect fruit of obedience to the laws of life.

I regard philanthropy as a tragic apology for wrong conditions under which human beings live.