| Author |
Quotes |
| Bible | Now there was at Joppa a certain disciple named Tabitha, which by interpretation is called Dorcas: this woman was full of good works and almsdeeds which she did. |
| Bible | I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame. |
| Bible | But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth: That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in secret himself shall reward thee openly. |
| Bible | Take heed that ye do not your alms before men, to be seen of them: otherwise ye have no reward of your Father which is in heaven. |
| Douglas Jerrold | He is one of those wise philanthropists who, in a time of famine, would vote for nothing but a supply of toothpicks. |
| Edward Gibbon | Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery. |
| Horace Mann | To pity distress it but human; to relieve it is Godlike. |
| Thomas Campbell | He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe. |
| Thomas Gray | Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land. |
| Thomas Gray | Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send; He gave to misery a tear, He gain'd from Heaven a friend. |
| Thomas Hood | Alas! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun. Oh! it was pitiful! Near a whole city full, Home had she none. |
| Thomas Moss | Pity the sorrow of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have brought him to your door. |
| William Langland | Help thi kynne, Crist bit , for ther bygynneth charitie. |
| George Herbert | To steale the Hog, and give the feet for almes. |
| Homer | By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, And what to those we give, to Jove is lent. |
| Homer | It never was our guise To slight the poor, or aught humane despise. |
| Homer | In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight, And poverty stood smiling in my sight. |
| James Russell Lowell | Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me. |
| Joseph Addison | Gifts and alms are the expressions, not the essence, of this virtue. |
| Samuel Johnson | In misery's darkest caverns known, His useful care was ever nigh, Where hopeless Anguish pour'd his groan, And lonely want retir'd to die. |
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