What do I consider a teacher should be? One who breathes life into knowledge so that it takes new form in progress and civilization.

It is hard to interest those who have everything in those who have nothing.

When we do the best that we can, we never know what miracle is wrought in our life, or in the life of another.

In a word, literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourse of my book-friends. They talk to me without embarrassment or awkwardness. The things I have learned and the things I have been taught seem of ridiculously little importance compared with their "large loves and heavenly charities.

Observers in the full enjoyment of their bodily senses pity me, but it is because they do not see the golden chamber in my life where I dwell delighted; for, dark as my path may seem to them, I carry a magic light in my heart. Faith, the spiritual strong searchlight, illumines the way, and although sinister doubts lurk in the shadow, I walk unafraid towards the Enchanted Wood where the foliage is always green, where joy abides, where nightingales nest and sing, and where life and death are one in the Presence of the Lord.

It is a terrible thing to see and have no vision.

What do I consider a teacher should be? One who breathes life into knowledge so that it takes new form in progress and civilization.