What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

We bereaved are not alone. We belong to the largest company in all the world--the company of those who have known suffering.

The wise fools who sit in the high places of justice fail to see that in revolutionary times vital issues are settled not by statutes, decrees and authorities, but in spite if them.

I don't give a damn about semi-radicals!

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

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.

THE most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me