My mother would cry about my blindness and the hopelessness of my ever seeing, but I told her I wasn't sad. I believed God had something for me to do.

Even though we sometimes would not get a thing, we were happy with the joy the day would bring.

I'm too high, but I ain't left the ground.

Why has there never been a holiday where peace is celebrated all throughout the world?

Just because a man lacks the use of his eyes doesn't mean he lacks vision.

I feel thankful to God, first and foremost, allowing me to enjoy this 'smell the roses' kind of thing.

Mama is the greatest teacher, teacher of love, fearlessness and compassion.