Give the ones you love wings to fly, roots to come back and reasons to stay.

More compassionate mind, more sense of concern for other's well-being, is source of happiness.

I think mischievous people always there, ... Some kind of perfect world, that is impossible. Accept that reality. (For) those people who have genuine concern about humanity, make some effort-better than none.

Everything you do has some effect, some impact.

The more you nurture a feeling of loving kindness, the happier and calmer you will be.

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.

Soul is at home in the deep, shaded valleys. Heavy torpid flowers saturated with black grow there. The rivers flow like warm syrup. They empty into huge oceans of soul.