He who confers a favor should at once forget it, if he is not to show a sordid ungenerous spirit. read more

He who confers a favor should at once forget it, if he is not to show a sordid ungenerous spirit. To remind a man of a kindness conferred and to talk of it, is little different from reproach.

Choose being kind over being right, and you'll be right every time.

Choose being kind over being right, and you'll be right every time.

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.

If you were arrested for kindness, would there be enough evidence to convict you? -Unknown.

If you were arrested for kindness, would there be enough evidence to convict you? -Unknown.

Kwon Yin from China
Jesus from Israel
Buddha from India
Rumi from Afghanistan
Martin Luther King read more

Kwon Yin from China
Jesus from Israel
Buddha from India
Rumi from Afghanistan
Martin Luther King from America
Leo Tolstoy from Russia
and
millions of anonymous women and men
live nonviolence
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Kindness can become its own motive. We are made kind by being kind. -Eric Hoffer.

Kindness can become its own motive. We are made kind by being kind. -Eric Hoffer.

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle.

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle.

I have learned silence from the talkative, tolerance from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strangely, I am read more

I have learned silence from the talkative, tolerance from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strangely, I am ungrateful to these teachers

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?'