His kindheartedness was even greater than his generosity, for the one knew no bounds, while the other, of necessity, had its limits.
Generosity is its own form of power.
He is as poor, as one might imagine an itinerant philosopher to be. Yet, as the weeks go by, I see he is unfailingly generous to all of us who lives in the house. I am grateful to have a friend.
One who cannot cast away a treasure at need is in fetters.
We protect the meek and give our lives for honour. But that does not mean that we are generous... since generosity will cost us our lives.