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

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

Not the senses I have but what I do with them is my kingdom.

Once it was necessary that the people should multiply and be fruitful if the race was to survive. But now to preserve the race it is necessary that people hold back the power of propagation.

Literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disenfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourse of my book friends. They talk to me without embarrassment or awkwardness.

When one comes to think of it, there are no such things as divine, immutable, or inalienable rights. Rights are things we get when we are strong enough to make good our claim on them.

Be not dismayed; in the future lies the Promised Land.