What could be worse than being born without sight? Being born with sight and no vision.

The mystery of language was revealed to me. I knew then that 'W-A-T-E-R' meant the wonderful cool something that was flowing over my hand. That living word awakened my soul, gave it light, joy, set it free.

My optimism is grounded in two worlds, myself and what is about me. I demand that the world be good, and lo, it obeys. I proclaim the world good, and facts range themselves to prove my proclamation overwhelmingly true.

The worst thing is to be born sighted but to lack vision.

It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.

The only real blind person at Christmas time is he who has not Christmas in his heart.

I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present.