Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.
— What madness led you to tell the queen you had learned the truth about Joffrey's birth?
— The madness of mercy. That she might save her children.
— Ah, the chiIdren. lt's aIways the innocents who suffer. It wasn't the wine that killed Robert, nor the boar. The wine sIowed him down and the boar ripped him open, but it was your mercy
that kiIIed the king.
— Poor Bluebell had to go.
— Your compassion is overwhelming!
— I know. I hate myself sometimes.
He supposed that the intent of the Gospels was to teach people, among other things, to be merciful, even to the lowest of the low.
But the Gospels actually taught this: before you kill somebody, make absolutely sure he isn't well-connected. So it goes.
When given the choice between being right or kind, choose kind.
Sometimes the greatest acts of love are the hardest acts to commit.
But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him?
Charity begins at home.
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