The only real blind person at Christmas time is he who has not Christmas in his heart.
One painful duty fulfilled makes the next plainer and easier.
When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long in disappointment and bitterness at the closed door that we do not expectantly look for and therefore see with pleasure and gratitude the one which has been opened for us.
No nation is wise enough to rule another.
Remember, no effort that we make to attain something beautiful is ever lost.
What if in my waking hours a sound should ring through the silent halls of hearing? ... Would the bow and string tension of life snap? Would the heart over weighted with sudden joy stop beating for very excess of happiness?