Why was this heart of mine formed with so much sensibility! Or why not my fortune adapted to its impulses! Tenderness without a capacity of relieving only makes the man who feels it more wretched than the object which sues for assistance.
(Oliver Goldsmith : The Citizen of the World)
So long as space remains
So long as sentient beings'
I will remain
In order to help,
In order to serve.
(The Dalai Lama : A Prayer)
And so I shake myself awake
from dreams of gods.
My waking hours are not for them.
Those I reserve
for the flawed co-beings of this maimed world
who need me and whom I need
to heal hurts that only mortals feel.
(Vasantha Surya : A Word Between Us)