We the living, should not think of the dead as lonely because if they could speak to us, they would say: "Do not weep for me, earth was not my true country, I was an alien there: I am at Home where everyone comes."

Often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.

Smell is a fallen angel.

The woman who works for a dollar a day has as much right as any other human being to say what the conditions of her work should be.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another.

My darkness has been filled with the light of intelligence, and behold, the outer day-lit world was stumbling and groping in social blindness.

The worst thing is to be born sighted but to lack vision.