I've always felt running is a form of meditation. Running enables us to stop our lives, to go out and find a safe place for ourselves.

During the winter, you head out into the darkness for a run. When spring comes, and the first crocus pokes up its head...you know it was worthwhile.

Running gives freedom. When you run you can determine your own tempo. You can choose your own course and think whatever you want. Nobody tells you what to do.

I have always sensed the exhilaration and independence of being self-propelled. Besides, you can jog while pushing a baby carriage. Maybe I'm a product of Wonder Woman comic books

Are you truly dirty if you don't take a shower every day? No, but you feel that way. It's the same with running. Just like a shower, running is part of my daily life.

I believe that the mind can be permanently profaned by the habit of attending to trivial things.

In the stillness, our eyes do all the silent talking. Our chests move with heavy breathing and desire pours out through our pores. It's unmistakable.

A kleptomaniac is a person who helps himself because he can't help himself.

You cannot perceive beauty but with a serene mind.

Mental alertness is not awareness. Mental alertness only enhances your survival instincts. It does not take you towards liberation.

It is vain to say that enlightened statesmen will always be able to adjust their interests. Enlightened men will not always be at the helm.

My soul is not contained within the limits of my body; my body is contained within the limitlessness of my soul.

All that happens is as usual and familiar as the rose in spring and the crop in summer.

Happiness blooms naturally in the hearts of those who are inwardly free. It flows spontaneously, like a mountain spring after April showers, in minds that are contented with simple living.

People in Liverpool don't move very far, you know.