never bend your head, always hold it high, look the world straight in the face. - Helen Keller

Even as the roots, shut in the darksome earth, Share in the tree-top’s joyance, and conceive Of sunshine and wide air and winged things, By sympathy of nature, so do I

True friends never apart maybe in distance but never in heart

Perhaps my sun shines not as yours. The colours that glorify my world, the blue of the sky, the green of the fields, may not correspond exactly with those you delight in; but the are none the less colour to me.