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

Our beloved ones have not 'gone to a far country.' It is only the veil of sense that separates them from us, and even that veil grows thin when our thoughts reach out to them.

What I am looking for is not out there, it is in me.

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

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

If I could have only one of my senses then I would choose hearing, Then I wouldn't feel so all alone.

If we spend the time we waste in sighing for the perfect golden fruit in fulfilling the conditions of its growth, happiness will come, must come. It is guaranteed in the very laws of the universe. If it involves some chastening and renunciation, well, the fruit will be all the sweeter for this touch of holiness.