If what must be given is given willingly the kindness is doubled.
[Lat., Bis gratum est, quod dato opus read more

If what must be given is given willingly the kindness is doubled.
[Lat., Bis gratum est, quod dato opus est, ultro si offeras.]

Love is saying 'I feel differently' instead of 'You're wrong.'

Love is saying 'I feel differently' instead of 'You're wrong.'

Just because an animal is large, it doesn't mean he doesn't want kindness; however big Tigger seems to be, remember read more

Just because an animal is large, it doesn't mean he doesn't want kindness; however big Tigger seems to be, remember that he wants as much kindness as Roo.

Just for today, I will let go of anger.
Just for today, I will let go of worry.
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Just for today, I will let go of anger.
Just for today, I will let go of worry.
Today, I will count my many blessings.
Today, I will do my work honestly.
Today, I will be kind to every living creature.

Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear, and the blind can read

Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear, and the blind can read

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

To be able under all circumstances to practice five things constitutes perfect virtue; these five things are gravity, generosity of read more

To be able under all circumstances to practice five things constitutes perfect virtue; these five things are gravity, generosity of soul, sincerity, earnestness and kindness.

It is difficult to tell how much men's minds are conciliated by a
kind manner and gentle speech.
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It is difficult to tell how much men's minds are conciliated by a
kind manner and gentle speech.
[Lat., Sed tamen difficile dictu est, quantopere conciliat animos
hominum comitas affabilitasque sermonis.]

Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,
I knit my handkercher about your brows--
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Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,
I knit my handkercher about your brows--
The best I had, a princess wrought it me--
And I did never ask it you again;
And with my hand at midnight held your head,
And like the watchful minutes to the hour,
Still and anon cheered up the heavy time,
Saying, 'What lack you?' and 'Where lies your grief?'