As the eagle was killed by the arrow winged with his own feather, so the hand of the world is wounded by its own skill – 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 there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see – 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

Of all the senses, sight must be the most delightful – Helen Keller

Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light – Helen Keller