Give more than you receive. That is the principle I tell all my students.

The body is your temple. Keep it pure and clean for the soul to reside in.

Do not think of yourself as a small, compressed, suffering thing. Think of yourself as graceful and expanding, no matter how unlikely it may seem at the time.

Yoga is a light, which once lit, will never dim. The better your practice, the brighter the flame.

Hatha Yoga teaches us to use the body as the bow, asana as the arrow, and the soul the target.

Life without tapas, is like a heart without love.

The study of asana is not about mastering posture. It's about using posture to understand and transform yourself.

In backbends, one touches the body physically, mentally, intellectually, consciously and spiritually everywhere.

In an asana, the mind has to reach inside the body to find a quiet space until a point comes where perfect balance is felt.

Knowledge has a beginning but no end.

The primary aim of yoga is to restore the mind to simplicity, peace, and poise, to free it from confusion and distress.

The poor love life as passionately as the rich do. Perhaps more, for the effort it takes to cling to it.

In running, it doesn't matter whether you come in first, in the middle of the pack, or last. You can say, 'I have finished.' There is a lot of satisfaction in that.

We don't live in a society that has genuine equality, and every woman we know has experienced that.

He who confers a favor should at once forget it, if he is not to show a sordid ungenerous spirit. To remind a man of a kindness conferred and to talk of it, is little different from reproach.

A nation of slaves is always prepared to applaud the clemency of their master who, in the abuse of absolute power, does not proceed to the last extremes of injustice and oppression.

Power travels in the bloodlines, handed out before birth.

After two years studying what rewrite men did with the facts I phoned them, I knew that journalism was essentially a task of stringing together seamlessly an endless series of cliches.

Being a father is a surprise for me every day.

Language can never 'pin down' slavery, genocide, war. Nor should it yearn for the arrogance to be able to do so. Its force, its felicity, is in its reach toward the ineffable.

Anorexia, you starve yourself. Bulimia, you binge and purge. You eat huge amounts of food until you're sick and then you throw up. And anorexia, you just deny yourself. It's about control.