THE most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me

Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousands of miles and all the years you have lived. The odors of fruits waft me to my southern home, to my childhood frolics in the peach orchard. Other odors, instantaneous and fleeting, cause my heart to dilate joyously or contract with remembered grief. Even as I think of smells, my nose is full of scents that start awake sweet memories of summers gone and ripening fields far away.

I am just as deaf as I am blind. The problems of deafness are deeper and more complex, if not more important than those of blindness. Deafness is a much worse misfortune. For it means the loss of the most vital stimulus- the sound of the voice that brings language, sets thoughts astir, and keeps us in the intellectual company of man.

Happiness is like the mountain summit. It is sometimes hidden by clouds, but we know it is there.

When one doors closes, another door opens.

I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present.

Face your deficiencies and acknowledge them; but do not let them master you. Let them teach you patience, sweetness, insight.