My friends have made the story of my life. In a thousand ways they have turned my limitations into beautiful privileges.

That the sky is brighter than the earth means little unless the earth itself is appreciated and enjoyed. Its beauty loved gives the right to aspire to the radiance of the sunrise and sunset.

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.

When we do the best that we can, we never know what miracle is wrought in our life, or in the life of another.

In a word, literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disfranchised. 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. The things I have learned and the things I have been taught seem of ridiculously little importance compared with their "large loves and heavenly charities.

As selfishness and complaint pervert the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision.

Ideas without action are useless.