Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, read more

Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine Kind words and kind deeds

Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear, and the blind can read

Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear, and the blind can read

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.

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.

I have learned silence from the talkative, tolerance from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strangely, I am read more

I have learned silence from the talkative, tolerance from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strangely, I am ungrateful to these teachers

It is a bit embarrassing to have been concerned with the human problem all one's life and find at the read more

It is a bit embarrassing to have been concerned with the human problem all one's life and find at the end that one has no more to offer by way of advice than 'try to be a little kinder

Have you had a kindness shown?
Pass it on;
'Twas not given for thee alone,
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Have you had a kindness shown?
Pass it on;
'Twas not given for thee alone,
Pass it on;
Let it travel down the years,
Let it wipe another's tears,
'Till in Heaven the deed appears--
Pass it on.

Both man and womankind belie their nature
When they are not kind.

Both man and womankind belie their nature
When they are not kind.

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?'