As selfishness and complaint pervert and cloud the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision. – Helen Keller
Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same. – Helen Keller
To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. – Helen Keller
Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But theres a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see. – Helen Keller
The ruin of the human heart is self-interest, which the American merchant calls self-service. We have become a self-service populace, and all our specious comforts –the automatic elevator, the escalator, the cafeteria –are depriving us of volition and moral and physical energy. – Edward Dahlberg