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

I think the degree of a nation's civilisation may be measured by the degree of enlightenment of its women.

The bulk of the world's knowledge is an imaginary construction.

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

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.

Speech is the birthright of every child. It is the deaf child's one fair chance to keep in touch with his fellows.

Although the world is full of suffering, it is full also of the overcoming of it. My optimism, then, does not rest on the absence of evil, but on a glad belief in the preponderance of good and a willing effort always to cooperate with the good, that it may prevail.