Certainly it is one of our sweetest experiences that when we are touched by some noble affection or pure joy, we remember the dead most tenderly, and feel more powerfully drawn to them.

One's life story cannot be told with complete veracity. A true autobiography would have to be written in states of mind, emotions, heartbeats, smiles and tears; not in months and years, or physical events. Life is marked off on the soul by feelings, not by dates.

We cannot freely and wisely choose the right way for ourselves unless we know both good and evil.

My friends have made the story of my life.

I trust, and I recognize the beneficence of the power which we all worship as supreme- Order, Fate, the Great Spirit, Nature, God. I recognize this power in the sun that makes all things grow and keeps life afoot. I make a friend of this indefinable force…this is my religion of optimism.

Your success and happiness lie in you. External conditions are the accidents of life, its outer trappings.

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