Death is no more than passing from one room into another.

The only real blind person at Christmas time is he who has not Christmas in his heart.

I fall, I stand still... I trudge on. I gain a little... I get more eager and climb higher and begin to see the widening horizon. Every struggle is a victory.

With every friend I love who has been taken into the brown bosom of the earth a part of me has been buried there; but their contribution to my being of happiness, strength and understanding remains to sustain me in an altered world.

So long as you can sweeten another's pain, life is not in vain.

What I am looking for is not out there, it is in me.

Once it was necessary that the people should multiply and be fruitful if the race was to survive. But now to preserve the race it is necessary that people hold back the power of propagation.