We rise by lifting others.

Language is not subtle enough, tender enough, to express all that we feel; and when language fails, the highest and deepest longings are translated into music. Music is the sunshine - the climate - of the soul, and it floods the heart with a perfect June.

I do not see how it is possible for an intelligent human being to conclude that the Song of Solomon is the work of God, and that the tragedy of Lear was the work of an uninspired man.

Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.

What light is to the eyes - what air is to the lungs - what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man.

If God objected to [people with various handicaps], he ought not have created such people.

Labor is the only prayer that Nature answers.