A little help is worth a great deal of pity.

Sons branch out, but one woman leads to another.

I was hungered, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in: I was naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.

Even if it's a little thing, do something for those who have need of help, something for which you get no pay but the privilege of doing it.

Set about doing good to somebody. Put on your hat and go and visit the sick and poor of your neighborhood; inquire into their circumstances and minister to their wants. Seek out the desolate and afflicted and oppressed ... I have often tried this method, and have always found it the best medicine for a heavy heart.

The best way to cheer yourself is to try to cheer somebody else up.

A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life depend on the labours of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received.

I quite like it when I'm on the Tube and people offer me their seat. Sometimes I take it. The other day I was offered a seat by a pregnant lady. I thought, 'That's going a bit far.'

I would never turn my back on my fellow citizens.

Ask for help. Not because you are weak. But because you want to remain strong.

God does not want to make us comfortable as much as He wants to make us comfort-able - to take the comfort that we receive and share it with others.

One of the problems with being relatively conscious and human, is that you want to help everybody.