If I could have only one of my senses then I would choose hearing, Then I wouldn't feel so all alone.
Helen KellerWhere 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.
Helen KellerFew pleasures there are indeed without an aftertouch of pain, but that is the preservation which keeps them sweet.
Helen KellerFaith is a mockery if it does not teach us that we can build a more complete and beautiful world.
Helen Keller