Not the senses I have but what I do with them is my kingdom.

When it seems that our sorrow is too great to be borne, let us think of the great family of the heavy-hearted into which our grief has given us entrance. And inevitably, we will feel about us their arms, their sympathy and their understanding.

Poetry is the gate through which I enter the land of enchantment. Once inside the flaming wall, my limitations fall from me, and my spirit is free.

A bend in the road is not the end of the road…Unless you fail to make the turn.

While the right friends are near us, we feel that all is well. Our everyday life blossoms suddenly into bright possibilities.

The welfare of each is bound up in the welfare of all.

I, who have never heard a sound, tell you there is no silence, and I, who have never seen a ray of light, tell you there is no darkness.