The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten read more

The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes.

Kindness is never wasted. If it has no effect on the recipient, at least it benefits the bestower.

Kindness is never wasted. If it has no effect on the recipient, at least it benefits the bestower.

I've never known any human being, high or humble, who ever regretted, when nearing life's end, having done kindly deeds. read more

I've never known any human being, high or humble, who ever regretted, when nearing life's end, having done kindly deeds. But I have known more than one millionaire who became haunted by the realization that they had led selfish lives. -B. C. Forbes.

Kindness is wisdom. There is none in life
But needs it and may learn.

Kindness is wisdom. There is none in life
But needs it and may learn.

The everyday kindness of the back roads more than makes up for the acts of greed in the headlines. . read more

The everyday kindness of the back roads more than makes up for the acts of greed in the headlines. . -Charles Kuralt.

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.

There's no dearth of kindness
In the world of ours;
Only in our blindness
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There's no dearth of kindness
In the world of ours;
Only in our blindness
We gather thorns for flowers.

Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles, and kindnesses, and read more

Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles, and kindnesses, and small obligations, given habitually, are what win and preserve the heart and secure comfort

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?'