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 kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten read more

The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes.

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

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

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.

Kindness is wisdom. There is none in life
But needs it and may learn.

Kindness is wisdom. There is none in life
But needs it and may learn.

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.

Spread love everywhere you go: First of all in your own house... let no one ever come to you without read more

Spread love everywhere you go: First of all in your own house... let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God's kindness; kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile, 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?'

Though he was rough, he was kindly.

Though he was rough, he was kindly.