Quotes About Compassion

I can't hate for long. It isn't worth it.

You must remember always to give, of everything you have. You must give foolishly even. You must be extravagant. You must give to all who come into your life. Then nothing and no one shall have power to cheat you of anything, for if you give to a thief, he cannot steal from you, and he himself is then no longer a thief. And the more you give, the more you will have to give.

Unless a man has pity he is not truly a man. If a man has not wept at the worlds pain he is only half a man, and there will always be pain in the world, knowing this does not mean that a man shall dispair. A good man will seek to take pain out of things. A foolish man will not even notice it, except in himself, and the poor unfortunate evil man will drive pain deeper into things and spread it about wherever he goes.

People are people. Don't be afraid of them.

AP softens every member of the family. You will find yourself gradually becoming more caring and considerate to everyone around you.

There is no such person as a perfect parent, and certainly this book was not written by perfect parents. Do the best you can with the resources you have. That's all your child will ever expect.

Pity is the virture of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly.

What think you, if he were conveyed to bed, Wrapped in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers, A most delicious banquet by his bed, And brave attendants near him when he wakes, Would not the beggar then forget himself?

Give me a bowl of wine, In this I bury all unkindness.

Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close;And let us all to meditation.

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

I'll queen it no inch further,But milk my ewes and weep.

Mine enemy's dog,Though he had bit me, should have stood that nightAgainst my fire.

Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor.

Press not a falling man too far.

Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries.

One fire burns out another's burning,One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

I humbly do beseech you of your pardonFor too much loving you.

A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.

For we may pity, though not pardon thee.

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

I am a manMore sinn'd against than sinning.

See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.

To see sad sights moves more than hear them told.