You don't need your eyes to love. You just feel it inside you.

Or whatever politically correct spiritual representation of universal goodness you happen to believe in.

I eat like a tortoise eats, if you've ever seen a tortoise eating. Like some prehistoric swamp thing.

We carry with us, as human beings, not just the capacity to be kind, but the very choice of kindness.

My mom smiled at me. Her smile kind of hugged me.

One mistake does not define you.

Whenever there is a conflict between being right and being kind, if possible, choose being kind.