Not the senses I have but what I do with them is my kingdom.
When all you can feel are the shadows, turn your face towards the sun.
A well-educated mind will always have more questions than answers.
I, who cannot see, find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough shaggy bark of a pine.
The heresy of one age becomes the orthodoxy of the next.
What is the use of such terrible diligence as many tire themselves out with, if they always postpone their exchange of smiles with Beauty and Joy to cling to irksome duties and relations?