The light of compassion opens the petals of the heart. When the petals of the heart unfold fragrance spreads across the valley.

When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere.

There is a God part in you. The consciousness. The pure Self. Learn to listen the voice of that Power.

Our heart is wide enough to embrace the world and hands are long enough to encompass the world.

Family, friends and relationships are the blessings of the God. They are the best way to access God.

Education is beautification of the inner world and the outer world.

The more we practice nonviolence in our words, thoughts and actions the more peaceful will be our inner state.

Beauty is the purest feeling of the soul. Beauty arises when soul is satisfied.

Beautify your inner dialogue. Beautify your inner world with love light and compassion. Life will be beautiful.

Compassion is all inclusive. Compassion knows no boundaries. Compassion comes with awareness, and awareness breaks all narrow territories.

God wanted to make heaven and the earth is that heaven. Nowhere in the universe there is so much love, life, beauty and peace. Enjoy your stay with the fellow beings.

What you give, you will get it back.So give love, just to not feel the lack.

In a few years, it is very likely that this series will be considered a milestone in the history of Singapore photography.

We should not moor a ship with one anchor, or our life with one hope.

I love having the photograph in my hand. I love looking at the photograph. I love looking at a box of photographs. I just love the still photograph.

Five years ago, we thought of the Web as a new medium, not a new economy.

The greatest enemy of authority, therefore, is contempt, and the surest way to undermine it is laughter.

There's always a tomorrow and the hope of something new.

You can develop the right mental attitude when you realize that nothing external can upset you or hurt you without your mental consent.

A Zen master used to say, It is clear and so it is hard to see. A dunce once searched for a fire with a lighted lantern. Had he known what fire was, he could have cooked his rice much sooner.

The deviant that does not observe the trivial uses of the language is a poet, a deviant who violates the banal customs of society is a criminal.