Your children are not your children. They are lives longing for itself. They come here with their own destiny. Give them your love. They will find their own way.

In the lives of great men, neither did fate give up, NOR DID THEY.

Monks will have three begging bowls for their food: one for water, one for liquid food, one for dry food.

We need to learn to live in the here and now; this moment is the best moment. Live it fully.

People are increasingly becoming disappointed and disillusioned with politics and business, and especially with the market economy. They are meeting the physical needs of human beings, maybe. They are providing food. But not good and healthy food.

We are not slaves of the market. Our human life has a greater meaning than making money, making profit, and working for the market or for multinational corporations.

Nature is out there, and we can do what we like to it. We can cut down the rain forest. We can put animals in factory farms and slaughter them as we like. We can over-fish the oceans. We can pollute the rivers. We can pollute the water and change climate. We are somehow superior to nature. We are somehow rulers of nature.