Let thy soul lend its ear to every cry of pain like as the lotus bares its heart to drink the morning sun.
Let not the fierce sun dry one tear of pain before thyself hast wiped it from the sufferer’s eye.
But let each burning human tear drop on thy heart and there remain; nor ever brush it off until the pain that caused it is removed.
These tears, O thou of heart most merciful, these are the streams that irrigate the fields of charity immortal.
The Voice of the Silence translated and annotated by H.P.B. (Helena Petrovna Blavatsky) (London: The Theosophical Publishing Company, 1889) pp. 12-13
