Helen Keller:
Sometimes a sense of loneliness covers me like a cold mist. I sit alone, and wait at life's shut-door. Beyond there is light and music and sweet friendship. But I may not enter. Silence sits heavy upon my soul. Then comes hope with a sweet smile and said softly, "There is joy in forgetting oneself and so I tried to make the light in others'eyes my sun, the music in others'ears my symphony, the smile on others' lips my happiness."