“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.” 
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship



Be gentle

Do what you can understand, to help people. 

Step inside their grief, their desolation. 

Step down from the heights of your self-sufficiency to the valley of the people out in the open who are without shelter and without security.

Never be hard. Never judge them.

Be gentle and try to understand their inexpressible

Longing for lost happiness, as well as their sometimes

Silly hankerings and needs.

Then you’ll be happy yourself, there will

come moments of serenity which will lift you right out

of the daily grind of life. You will have a heart big

enough to comfort everyone, to hold them all.

In gentleness lies never-ending comfort, for all people

Who are left in the icy cold of our form-filling,

Computerized society.