„Be the living expression of God's kindness; kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile.“
As quoted in Worldwide Laws of Life : 200 Eternal Spiritual Principles (1998) by John Templeton, p. 448
Context: Spread love everywhere you go; first of all in your house. Give love to your children, to your wife or husband, to a next door neighbor. Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God's kindness; kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile.
Pt. 1, Ch. 3 - p.62
Giovanni's Room (1956)
— James Eastland American politician 1904 - 1986
During a debate on the Voting Rights Acr, to fellow Senator Jacob Javits (R-NY), who attempted to have the bill come for a vote and was at this time the only Jewish-American Senator
Javits's Rise Slow but on His Terms https://www.nytimes.com/1977/09/05/archives/javitss-riseslow-but-on-his-terms-industry-and-intelligence.html
— Adolf Hitler Führer and Reich Chancellor of Germany, Leader of the Nazi Party 1889 - 1945
As quoted in Hitler and I, Otto Strasser, Boston, MA, Houghton Mifflin Company (1940) p. 106
— John Dryden English poet and playwright of the XVIIth century 1631 - 1700
Epistle to Congreve (1693), line 72.
— Nigel Cumberland British author and leadership coach 1967
Source: Your Job-Hunt Ltd – Advice from an Award-Winning Asian Headhunter (2003), p.25
Context: Employers are not going to hire a candidate who is stressed by cashflow and family problems. With this kind of baggage around your neck, you will choke your job-hunting opportunities.
— Ayn Rand Russian-American novelist and philosopher 1905 - 1982
Source: The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Source: V. (1963), Chapter Nine, Part II, Mondaugen
— Richard Rodríguez American journalist and essayist 1944
Brown : The Last Discovery of America (2003)
Context: Only a few weeks ago, in the year in which I write, Carl T. Rowan died. Hearing the news, I felt the sadness one feels when a writer dies, a writer one claims as one's own — as potent a sense of implication as for the loss of a body one has known. Over the years, I had seen Rowan on TV. He was not, of course he was not, the young man who had been with me by the heater — the photograph on the book jacket, the voice that spoke through my eyes. The muscles of my body must form the words and the chemicals of my comprehension must form the words, the windows, the doors, the Saturdays, the turning pages of another life, a life simultaneous with mine.
It is a kind of possession, reading. Willing the Other to abide in your present. His voice, mixed with sunlight, mixed with Saturday, mixed with my going to bed and then getting up, with the pattern and texture of the blanket, with the envelope from a telephone bill I used as a bookmark. With going to Mass. With going to the toilet. With my mother in the kitchen, with whatever happened that day and the next; with clouds forming over the Central Valley, with the flannel shirt I wore, with what I liked for dinner, with what was playing at the Alhambra Theater. I remember Carl T. Rowan, in other words, as myself, as I was. Perhaps that is what one mourns.
Source: Mona Lisa Overdrive (1988), Ch. 25