The hands of those I meet are dumbly eloquent to me. The touch of some hands is an impertinence. I have met people so empty of joy, that when I clasped their frosty finger-tips, it seemed as if I were shaking hands with a northeast storm.

Happiness cannot come from without. It must come from within. It is not what we see and touch or that which others do for us which makes us happy; it is that which we think and feel and do, first for the other fellow and then for ourselves.

I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers.

Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.

The most eloquent prayer is the prayer through hands that heal and bless.

My harmony is passable but is usually made more eloquent at the hands of Steve Hamilton.