Long before I learned to do a sum in arithmetic or describe the shape of the earth, Miss Sullivan had taught me to find beauty in the fragrant woods, in every blade of grass, and in the curves and dimples of my baby sister's hand.

Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow.

Defeat is simply a signal to press onward.

With every friend I love who has been taken into the brown bosom of the earth a part of me has been buried there; but their contribution to my being of happiness, strength and understanding remains to sustain me in an altered world.

Love? Why ... it is what everybody feels for everybody else.

There is beauty in everything, even in silence and darkness.

It's wonderful to climb the liquid mountains of the sky. Behind me and before me is God and I have no fears.