Most of the time when a joke is told, nothing remains after a burst of chuckle; whereas sadness remains when it is told by Helen Keller, both deaf and blind.

The basic tone of <The Story of My Life> is optimistic and humorous, but why does a mist always come over my eyes at the point when I should laugh? For a clown in the circus, there is not one thing in this world he can do about folks except laugh, laugh his head off. But we should get it backwards: clowns are in fact sad, it is folks that laugh at them.

I even have no idea how Helen Keller succeeded in putting so many abstract words altogether to convey her delicate feeling and subtle idea; how she FELT and TOUCHED this world and finally was absorbed by the society; how she overcame so many obstacles which meant little, if not nothing, for normal person; how...

Isn't this the greatness of Helen Keller and Miss Sullivan? As long as you have got a big heart, a big heart for loving and being loved, liabilities convert to be assets, impediments recede to be mere trifle.

No one can cast shadows on your own way leading to success but yourself! 

Love is something like the clouds that were in the sky before the sun came out. You cannot touch the clouds, you know; but you feel the rain and know how glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day. You cannot touch love either; but you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything. Without love you would not be happy or want to play.

<The Story of My Life>, a book to despel the darkness of sadness, and to ignite the candle of hope!