Is he weeping?" said the one with the softest heart.

Our wings are small but the ripples of the heart are infinite.

Those who don’t know how to weep with their whole heart don’t know how to laugh either.

One might have supposed that the true act of love was to lie together and talk.

There is no small act of kindness.
Every compassionate act makes large the world.

Every person struggles with the self to find and kindle their special radiance, which comes from cultivating kindness, charity, and love.