There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with read more

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the read more

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.

A kind and compassionate act is often its own reward.

A kind and compassionate act is often its own reward.

No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.

No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.

There is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness.

There is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness.

I started out with nothing. I still have most of it.

I started out with nothing. I still have most of it.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, read more

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

For he who loves must live.

For he who loves must live.

Compassion has no place in the natural order of the world which operates on the basis of necessity. Compassion opposes read more

Compassion has no place in the natural order of the world which operates on the basis of necessity. Compassion opposes this order and is therefore best thought of as being in some way supernatural.