He who is content with what has been done is an obstacle in the path of progress.

No one has a right to consume happiness without producing it.

It is hard to interest those who have everything in those who have nothing.

More than at any other time, when I hold a beloved book in my hand my limitations fall from me, my spirit is free.

Optimism, then, is a fact within my own heart. But as I look out upon life, my heart meets no contradiction. The outward world justifies my inward universe of good.

Through my handicaps, I have found my self, my work, my God.

What a strange life I lead- a kind of Cinderella-life-half glitter in crystal shoes, half mice and cinders! But it is a wonderful life all the same.