I had once believed that we were all masters of our fate--that we could mold our lives into any form we pleased... I had overcome deafness and blindness sufficiently to be happy, and I supposed that anyone could come out victorious if he threw himself valiantly into life's struggle. But as I went more and more about the country I learned that I had spoken with assurance on a subject I knew little about... I learned that the power to rise in the world is not within the reach of everyone.

I wonder what becomes of lost opportunities? Perhaps our guardian angel gathers them up as we drop them, and will give them back to us in the beautiful sometime when we have grown wiser, and learned how to use them rightly.

Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousands of miles and all the years you have lived.

Speech is the birthright of every child. It is the deaf child's one fair chance to keep in touch with his fellows.

We must not creep along when our souls cry out for us to soar!

If we do not like our work, and do not try to get happiness out of it, we are a menace to our profession as well as to ourselves.

Self-pity is our worst enemy and if we yield to it, we can never do anything wise in this world.