Yoga is an art, a science and a philosophy. It touches the life of man at every level, physical, mental, and spiritual. It is a practical method for making one's life purposeful, useful and noble.

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.

To love makes one solitary.

Goodness is grace.

The food you eat can be either the safe & most powerful medicine or the slowest poison.

If you don't believe in a line, then you come off as the loser.

Neil Young played Helpless, and by the time he finished, we were asking him if we could join his band

Deep Purple is a damn good band and we've made a niche in rock 'n' roll history. Maybe not a huge one but enough to be very proud of.

Look at the choices you have, not the choices that have been taken away from you. In them, there are whole worlds of strength and new ways to look at things.

I think I always felt a connection to music and to movement. Growing up, I was surrounded by R&B and Hip-Hop, and the closest thing I could find to dance was gymnastics which I watched on TV.

Give love, and keep blood between brothers

What were all the world's alarms To mighty Paris when he found Sleep upon a golden bed That first dawn in Helen's arms?