My feeling is that there is nothing in life but refraining from hurting others, and comforting those who are sad.

My feeling is that there is nothing in life but refraining from hurting others, and comforting those who are sad.

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.

Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.

Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.

Three things in human life are important. The first is to be kind. The second is to be kind. And read more

Three things in human life are important. The first is to be kind. The second is to be kind. And the third is to be kind.

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.

When we talk about values, I think of rationality in solving problems. That’s something I value. Fairness, kindness, generosity, tolerance. read more

When we talk about values, I think of rationality in solving problems. That’s something I value. Fairness, kindness, generosity, tolerance. When they talk about values, they’re talking about things like going to church, voting for Bush, being loyal to Jesus, praying. These are not values.

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.

All the passions make us commit faults; love makes us commit the most ridiculous ones.

All the passions make us commit faults; love makes us commit the most ridiculous ones.

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?'