Kind to need is kind in deed.
Kindness is no judgment — and complete discernment.
The true course of love always has run kind.
Kindness carries a gentle tongue; meaness packs an automatic mouth — and an extra clip.
Every kind voice is a round stone polished by a roiling stream.
It’s a grind to be nice to the kind; it’s easy to be hard on the sleazy.
A kind voice may cloak a cruel heart.
I can only be as kind to you as I am to me.
Cruel can be wicked fun; cowardly, a cluck and run.
Kindness can calm the raging sea, in thee and me.
I have no tackle or gear by which to hoist my ragged soul above your gapping need, but I can stand beside you and hold your hand..