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

Words are the mind's wings, are they not?

Self-pity is our worst enemy and if we yield to it, we can never do anything wise in this world.

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

I can not do everything, but I can do something. I must not fail to do the something that I can do.

Ruth is so loyal and gentle-hearted, we cannot help loving her, as she stands with the reapers amid the waving corn. Her beautiful, unselfish spirit shines out like a bright star in the night of a dark and cruel age. Love like Ruth's, love which can rise above conflicting creeds and deep-seated racial prejudices, is hard to find in all the world.

More than at any other time, when I hold a beloved book in my hand my limitations fall from me, my spirit is free.