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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.
And Heaven, that every virtue bears in mind,
E'en to the ashes of the just is kind.
And Heaven, that every virtue bears in mind,
E'en to the ashes of the just is kind.
Their cause I plead--plead it in heart and mind;
A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.
Their cause I plead--plead it in heart and mind;
A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.
Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle.
Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle.
One can pay back the loan of gold, but one dies forever in debt to those who are kind.
One can pay back the loan of gold, but one dies forever in debt to those who are kind.
It is difficult to tell how much men's minds are conciliated by a
kind manner and gentle speech.
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It is difficult to tell how much men's minds are conciliated by a
kind manner and gentle speech.
[Lat., Sed tamen difficile dictu est, quantopere conciliat animos
hominum comitas affabilitasque sermonis.]
Kwon Yin from China
Jesus from Israel
Buddha from India
Rumi from Afghanistan
Martin Luther King read more
Kwon Yin from China
Jesus from Israel
Buddha from India
Rumi from Afghanistan
Martin Luther King from America
Leo Tolstoy from Russia
and
millions of anonymous women and men
live nonviolence
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The only religion is kindness.
The only religion 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?'
