Oh, you think the darkness is your ally, but you merely adopted the dark. I was born in it. Molded by it.

I cannot remember how I felt when the light went out of my eyes. I suppose I felt it was always night and perhaps I wondered why the day did not come.

Be happy, talk happiness. Happiness calls out responsive gladness in others. There is enough sadness in the world without yours.

As selfishness and complaint pervert the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision.

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.

Life is either a great adventure or nothing.

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