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

Kindness is the sunshine in which virtue grows.

Kindness is the sunshine in which virtue grows.

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.

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?'

A little more than kin, and less than kind!

A little more than kin, and less than kind!

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.

Wherever there is a human being there is an opportunity for a
kindness.
[Lat., Unicumque homo est, ibi read more

Wherever there is a human being there is an opportunity for a
kindness.
[Lat., Unicumque homo est, ibi beneficio locus est.]

Yet do I fear thy nature.
It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness
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Yet do I fear thy nature.
It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way.

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.