Kindness is loving people more than they deserve.

Kindness is loving people more than they deserve.

Forget injuries; never forget kindness.

Forget injuries; never forget kindness.

It is kindness immediately to refuse what you intend to deny.
[Lat., Pars beneficii est, quod petitur, si cito read more

It is kindness immediately to refuse what you intend to deny.
[Lat., Pars beneficii est, quod petitur, si cito neges.]

You can gain more friends by being yourself than you can by putting up a front. You can gain more read more

You can gain more friends by being yourself than you can by putting up a front. You can gain more friends by building people up than you can by tearing them down. And you can gain more friends by taking a few minutes from each day to do something kind for someone, whether it be a friend or a complete stranger. What a difference one person can make!

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.

Constant kindness can accomplish much. As the sun makes ice melt, kindness causes misunderstanding, mistrust and hostility to evaporate.

Constant kindness can accomplish much. As the sun makes ice melt, kindness causes misunderstanding, mistrust and hostility to evaporate.

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.

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.

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?'