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“We who are like senseless children shrink from suffering, but love its causes. We hurt ourselves; our pain is self-inflicted! Why should others be the object of our anger?”

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Shantideva, the exact dates of whose birth and death are unknown, is a renowned Buddhist thinker. His biography is shrouded in mystery, and it is believed that he was a monk who dedicated himself to spreading Buddhist teachings. His most famous work, 'The Guide to the Bodhisattva's Way of Life,' profoundly influenced the understanding of core Buddhist concepts such as compassion and wisdom, and has had a lasting impact on Buddhist thought. He is revered as the 'King of Buddhist Hearts' by later generations of Buddhists. more

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