The bulk of the world's knowledge is an imaginary construction.

The only real blind person at Christmas-time is he who has not Christmas in his heart. We sightless children had the best of eyes that day in our hearts and in…

We differ, blind and seeing, one from another, not in our senses, but in the use we make of them, in the imagination and courage with which we seek wisdom beyo…

One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.