How men livedEven next-door neighbors, as we say, yet stillStrangers, not knowing each the other's name.

If it had not been for the kindness of neighbors and strangers, I would not be here in this position.

Our son was involved in a car accident. I was touched by the number of friends, neighbors - and strangers - who helped with benefits for medical costs.

All men feel something of an honorable bigotry for the objects which have long continued to please them.

I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deedsWith coldness still returning;Alas! the gratitude of menHath oftener left me mourning.

Neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us