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.

What wisdom can you find that is greater than kindness?

What wisdom can you find that is greater than kindness?

I have learnt silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am read more

I have learnt silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers.

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.

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.

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.

Kindness is more than deeds. It is an attitude, an expression, a look, a touch. It is anything that lifts read more

Kindness is more than deeds. It is an attitude, an expression, a look, a touch. It is anything that lifts another person.

Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolutions.

Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolutions.

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?'