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.

Kindness in giving creates love.

Kindness in giving creates love.

Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses

Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses

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.

The greater the kindred is, the lesse the kindnesse must bee.

The greater the kindred is, the lesse the kindnesse must bee.

The everyday kindness of the back roads more than makes up for the acts of greed in the headlines. . read more

The everyday kindness of the back roads more than makes up for the acts of greed in the headlines. . -Charles Kuralt.

Knowledge, without common sense," says Lee, is "folly; without method, it is waste; without kindness, it is fanaticism; without religion, read more

Knowledge, without common sense," says Lee, is "folly; without method, it is waste; without kindness, it is fanaticism; without religion, it is death." But with common sense, it is wisdom with method, it is power; with clarity, it is beneficence; with religion, it is virtue, and life, and peace.

Today we are afraid of simple words like goodness and mercy and kindness. We don't believe in the good old read more

Today we are afraid of simple words like goodness and mercy and kindness. We don't believe in the good old words because we don't believe in good old values anymore. And that's why the world is sick.

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?'