My friends have made the story of my life.

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

When one reads hurriedly and nervously, having in mind written tests and examinations, one's brain becomes encumbered with a lot of bric-a-brac for which there seems to be little use.

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?

Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature.

When one door closes, another one opens, but sometimes we wait too long looking at the closed door, and never realize that another door has been opened.

Our beloved ones have not 'gone to a far country.' It is only the veil of sense that separates them from us, and even that veil grows thin when our thoughts reach out to them.