Sometimes, it is true, a sense of isolation enfolds me like a cold mist as I sit alone and wait at lifeโs shut gate. Beyond there is light, and music, and sweet companionship; but I may not enter. Fate, silent, pitiless, bars the wayโฆSilence sits immense upon my soul. Then comes hope with a smile and whispers, โthere is joy is self-forgetfulness.โ So I try to make the light in othersโ eyes my sun, the music in others; ears my symphony, the smile on othersโ lips my happiness.
Helen KellerThe tragic side of many architectural enterprises is that they destroy natural beauties which are a priceless possession and cannot be replaced.
Helen KellerA simple, childlike faith in a Divine Friend solves all the problems that come to us by land or sea
Helen Keller