My friends have made the story of my life.

We are never really happy until we try to brighten the lives of others.

It is certain that I cannot always distinguish my own thoughts from those I read, because what I read becomes the very substance and text of my mind.

Few pleasures there are indeed without an aftertouch of pain, but that is the preservation which keeps them sweet.

How futile are words in the ears of those who mourn.

There is no better way to thank God for your sight than by giving a helping hand to someone in the dark.

Be happy. Talk happiness.