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..

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