Happiness is like the mountain summit. It is sometimes hidden by clouds, but we know it is there.

Poetry is the gate through which I enter the land of enchantment. Once inside the flaming wall, my limitations fall from me, and my spirit is free.

The joy of surmounting obstacles which once seemed unremovable, and pushing the frontier of accomplishment further — what joy is there like unto it?

Life is either a great adventure or nothing.

I can not do everything, but I can do something. I must not fail to do the something that I can do.

If I, deaf, blind, find life rich and interesting, how much more can you gain by the use of your five senses!

Few pleasures there are indeed without an aftertouch of pain, but that is the preservation which keeps them sweet.