How Futile Are Words In The Ears

I, Who Cannot See, Find Hundreds Of Things To Interest Me Through Mere Touch. I Feel The Delicate Symmetry Of A Leaf. I Pass My Hands Lovingly About The Smooth Skin Of A Silver Birch, Or The Rough Shaggy Bark Of A Pine.

The Best Educated Human Being Is The One Who Understands Most About The Life In Which He Is Placed.

What Induces A Child To Learn But His Delight In Knowing?

Love Is Like A Beautiful Flower Which I May Not Touch, But Whose Fragrance Makes The Garden A Place Of Delight Just The Same.

We Betray Ourselves Into Smallness When We Think The Little Choices Of Each Day Are Trivial.