It is important to reflect on the kindness of others. Every aspect of our present well-being is due to others' hard work. The buildings we live and work in, the roads we travel, the clothes we wear, and the food we eat, are all provided by others. None of them would exist but for the kindness of so many people unknown to us.

Different people describe me in a different ways. Some describe me as the living Buddha. Nonsense. Some describe me as 'God-king.' Nonsense. Some consider me as a demon or a wolf in Buddhist robes. That also, I think nonsense.

Compassion is the wish for another being to be free from suffering; love is wanting them to have happiness.

If others are happy, we will be happy. If others suffer, ultimately we all suffer.

I am the source of my own suffering, because of the habits of my mind.

If you lose your temper, your sound sleep will go, and you will have to use a tranquilizer or sleeping pills? Then gradually, more white hair, wrinkles.

The goal is not to be better than the other man, but your previous self.