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

It is a terrible thing to see and have no vision.

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.

Worse than being blind would be to be able to see but not have any vision.

The heresy of one age becomes the orthodoxy of the next.

Where once stood the steadfast pines, great, beautiful, sweet, my hand touched raw, moist stumps. All about lay broken branches, like the antlers of stricken deer. The fragrant, piled-up sawdust swirled and tumbled about me. An unreasoning resentment flashed through me at the ruthless destruction of the beauty that I love.

What induces a child to learn but his delight in knowing?