If you can dream it, you can do it. - Helen Keller

I see the clouds part slowly, and I hear a cry of protest against the bigot. The restraining hand of tolerance is laid upon the inquisitor, and the humanist utters a message of peace to the persecuted. Instead of the cry, "Burn the heretic!" men study the human soul with sympathy, and there enters into their hearts a new reverence for that which is unseen.

There is beauty in everything, even in silence and darkness.

I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.