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

My friends have made the story of my life.

While the right friends are near us, we feel that all is well. Our everyday life blossoms suddenly into bright possibilities.

I wonder what becomes of lost opportunities? Perhaps our guardian angel gathers them up as we drop them, and will give them back to us in the beautiful sometime when we have grown wiser, and learned how to use them rightly.

To get Congress to do anything.

What a strange life I lead- a kind of Cinderella-life-half glitter in crystal shoes, half mice and cinders! But it is a wonderful life all the same.

There is no better way to thank God for your sight than by giving a helping hand to someone in the dark.