There is a dangerous optimism of ignorance and indifference.

Words are the mind's wings, are they not?

...our enjoyment of the great works of literature depends more upon the depth of our sympathy than upon our understanding.

I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers.

The power of effecting changes for the better is within ourselves, not in the favorableness of circumstances.

Through my handicaps, I have found my self, my work, my God.

Things must be felt with the heart.