I expect to pass through this world but once; any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness read more

I expect to pass through this world but once; any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now; let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.

Just for today, I will let go of anger.
Just for today, I will let go of worry.
Today, I read more

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.

What wisdom can you find that is greater than kindness?

What wisdom can you find that is greater than kindness?

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.

Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless. -Mother Theresa.

Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless. -Mother Theresa.

Kindness is the sunshine in which virtue grows.

Kindness is the sunshine in which virtue grows.

On that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and read more

On that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love.

This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our read more

This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.

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?'