When we do the best that we can, we never know what miracle is wrought in our life, or in the life of another.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

Once I knew only darkness and stillness... my life was without past or future... but a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hand that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped to the rapture of living.

One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.

As I went more and more about the country I learned that I had spoken with assurance on a subject I knew little about.

Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content