We must care about something or somebody. It is dark, cold, and terrifying unless we do. The dragons all come at us unless we care.

This caring keeps us going, keeps us hoping in a world of violence, pain, and destruction. If we can find it in ourselves to love we have the battle half won. If once in a while there trickles a tear from our eyes out of sympathy or sorrow, and if we can feel joy in the sunshine, and peace in the morning with an enduring love for people beyond all their faults, then I tell you we have come a long way.

There is nothing dismal where a present ever living love dwells. It is a comfort bearer giving a cheerful contenance unto all who possess it in the very midst of evil storms.

He who loses this ability to care wanders blindly and helplessly in an unmerciful world of his own creation. Each one of us makes the world anew. If we have love in our hearts we make it fruitful and beautiful, but if we have hate we make it barren and ugly.

There is a blessed thing, a wonderful thing which lets people confide in one another, which makes the world endurable, which helps people dwell together intimately and happily, a thing called understanding.

All people have need of this fountain flowing from the breast of human kind. Wherever one comes in contact with people one knows that somewhere among them there are those who can understand, those who have the capacity to feel compassion. All over the earth, thank God, the wondrous gift of understanding can be found. May understanding never pass away.

Darkness is only the beginning of the horrors encountered in a world devoid of understanding. Wherever there are human beings I must believe, I am persuaded to believe, there is understanding. I dread to think of life in this world the day that is not so.

Human beings with understanding never ridicule others, never cast the first stone, they never turn their back on the desolate and poor, nor become cold like the stones. Human beings with understanding remember their own mistakes and forgive the mistakes of others. They are more ready to listen than to condemn, to believe than to deny, to love than to hate, and to speak of hope than to speak of despair. Those who have understanding are fortunate to have it, and even more fortunate are those who come in contact with them.

To care for others is divine. I care not what philosophy you have, if it differs from this, caring for others, then it is wrong. The good we do is measured by how much we care for others. The evil we do is measured by how uncaring and selfish we are.

It is a wondrous trail to happiness when we care for others. it is a darksome trail to despair when we do not care for others. There is beauty along the way when we care for people, but the way of the uncaring and selfish heart is ugly everywhere he goes.

The spirit of caring is the spirit of life. The spirit of selfishness is the spirit of death. When we care we give life and we receive life, but when we are uncaring we give death and we receive death. Each time we act selfishly without love for others we lose a part of the beauty in life, a part of the divine, a part of heaven.

When we care for others we know intuitively that we are doing the right thing and going the right way. How blessed it is to have a loving and humble heart which can care. How terrible it is to have a hateful heart, and a stubborn will and blind pride which cannot care.