I have an unshakable belief that mankind’s higher nature is on the whole still dormant. The greatest souls reveal excellencies of mind and heart which their lesser fellows possess-hidden, it is true, but there all the same.

Great poetry needs no interpreter other than a responsive heart.

[Tolerance] is the greatest gift of the mind it requires the same effort of the brain that it takes to balance oneself on a bicycle.

Cut off as I am, it is inevitable that I should sometimes feel like a shadow walking in a shadowy world. When this happens I ask to be taken to New York City. Always I return home weary but I have the comforting certainty that mankind is real flesh and I myself am not a dream.

Science may have found a cure for most evils: but it has found no remedy for the worst of them all - the apathy of human beings.

What a blind person needs is not a teacher but another self.