Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would become blind.
If the blind put their hands in God’s, they find their way more surely than those who see but have not faith or purpose.
One painful duty fulfilled makes the next plainer and easier.
The way forward is simple – just follow Christ!
My friends have made the story of my life.
I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days during their early adult life. Darkness would make them more appreciative of sight; silence would teach them the joys of sound.
One should never count the years – one should instead count one’s interests. I have kept young trying never to lose my childhood sense of wonderment. I’m glad I still have a vivid curiosity about the world I live in.
The hands of those I meet are dumbly eloquent to me. The touch of some hands is an impertinence. I have met people so empty of joy, that when I clasped their frosty finger-tips, it seemed as if I were shaking hands with a northeast storm.
The place between your comfort zone and your dream is where life takes place.
I do not remember a time since I have been capable of loving books that I have not loved Shakespeare.
If it is true that the violin is the most perfect of musical instruments, then Greek is the violin of human thought.
For my part, I wish, with Mr. Howells, that the literature of the past might be purged of all that is ugly and barbarous in it, although I should object as much as any one to having these great works weakened or falsified.
Silver is purified in fire and so are we. It is in the most trying times that our real character is shaped and revealed.
Now, however, I see the folly of attempting to hitch one’s wagon to a star with a harness that does not belong to it.
I never fight, except against difficulties.
Happiness is like the mountain summit. It is sometimes hidden by clouds, but we know it is there.
Happiness is a state of mind, and depends very little on outward circumstances.
Commercial concerns have expanded from family business to corporate wealth which is self-perpetuating and which enlightened statesmen and economists now dread as the most potent oligarchy yet produced.
There is plenty of courage among us for the abstract, but not for the concrete.
What could be worse than being born without sight? Being born with sight and no vision.