Do not stand on a high pedestal and take 5 cents in your hand and say, "here, my poor man", but be grateful that the poor man is there, so by making a gift to him you are able to help yourself.It is not the reciever that is blessed, but it is the giver.Be thankful that you are allowed to exercise your power of benevolence and mercy in the world, and thus become pure and perfect.
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We do not quite forgive a giver. The hand that feeds us is in some danger of being bitten.
We do not quite forgive a giver. The hand that feeds us is in some danger of being bitten.
I believe that what women resent is not so much giving herself in pieces as giving herself purposelessly.
I believe that what women resent is not so much giving herself in pieces as giving herself purposelessly.
They are immobile and voiceless,
and cannot ask for the mercy of water,
those trapped caged house plants.
In the read more
They are immobile and voiceless,
and cannot ask for the mercy of water,
those trapped caged house plants.
In the winter they feel no breeze
nor are they touched by a hand which frees.
Whereto serves mercy
But to confront the visage of offense?
Whereto serves mercy
But to confront the visage of offense?
The trick is to realize that after giving your best, there's nothing more to give.
The trick is to realize that after giving your best, there's nothing more to give.
Of all the characters of cruelty, I consider the most despicable the one that cloaks himself in a garb of read more
Of all the characters of cruelty, I consider the most despicable the one that cloaks himself in a garb of mercy.
It is noble to grant life to the vanquished.
[Lat., Pulchrum est vitam donare minori.]
It is noble to grant life to the vanquished.
[Lat., Pulchrum est vitam donare minori.]
Human beings are not condemned, because of their biological constitution, to annihilate each other or to be at the mercy read more
Human beings are not condemned, because of their biological constitution, to annihilate each other or to be at the mercy of a cruel, self-inflicted fate.
When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I'm lost,
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When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I'm lost,
In wonder, love and praise.
