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Not to hurt our humble brethren in fur, feather or fin, is our first duty to them, but to stop read more
Not to hurt our humble brethren in fur, feather or fin, is our first duty to them, but to stop there is not enough. We have a higher mission: to be of service to them whenever they require it.
Pleasure is a shadow, wealth is vanity, and power a pageant; but knowledge is ecstatic in enjoyment, perennial in frame, read more
Pleasure is a shadow, wealth is vanity, and power a pageant; but knowledge is ecstatic in enjoyment, perennial in frame, unlimited in space and indefinite in duration.
Our task must be to free ourselves . . . by widening our circle
of compassion to embrace all read more
Our task must be to free ourselves . . . by widening our circle
of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of
nature and its beauty.
Make no judgements where you have no compassion.
Make no judgements where you have no compassion.
Love cures people, both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.
Love cures people, both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.
Warm weather fosters growth: cold weather destroys it. Thus a man with an unsympathetic temperament has a scant joy: but read more
Warm weather fosters growth: cold weather destroys it. Thus a man with an unsympathetic temperament has a scant joy: but a man with a warm and friendly heart overflowing blessings, and his beneficence will extend to posterity.
NEIGHBOR, n. One whom we are commanded to love as ourselves, and who does all he knows how to make read more
NEIGHBOR, n. One whom we are commanded to love as ourselves, and who does all he knows how to make us disobedient.
Build a little fence of trust around today; Fill the space with loving deeds, And therein stay. Look not through read more
Build a little fence of trust around today; Fill the space with loving deeds, And therein stay. Look not through the sheltering bars Upon tomorrow; God will help thee bear what comes of joy and sorrow.
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
