Is love the sweetness of flowers?
God himself is not secure, having given man dominion over his work.
Not the senses I have but what I do with them is my kingdom.
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 test of all beliefs is their practical effect in life. If it be true that optimism compels the world forward, and pessimism retards it, then it is dangerous to propagate a pessimistic philosophy.
Optimism, then, is a fact within my own heart. But as I look out upon life, my heart meets no contradiction. The outward world justifies my inward universe of good.
A smile goes a long way, but you must first start it on its journey.
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.
I learned that it is possible for us to create light, sound and order within us no matter what calamity befall us in the outer world.
Christmas Day is the festival of optimism.
Speech is the birthright of every child. It is the deaf child’s one fair chance to keep in touch with his fellows.
Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet.
Happiness is the final and perfect fruit of obedience to the laws of life.
Ignorance, poverty, and greed must disappear so that light can prevail in all places.
Ideas without action are useless.
Be heroes in an army of construction.
I have found life so beautiful.
The joy of surmounting obstacles that once seemed unremovable and pushing the frontier of accomplishment further-what other joy is there like it?
There is in the blind as in the seeing an Absolute which gives truth to what we know to be true, order to what is orderly, beauty to the beautiful, touchableness to what is tangible.
If I write what my soul thinks it will be visible, and the words will be its body.