Yoga is not only a process of the integration of the soul, mind, and body for self-improvement, it is a process of self -realization and self -acceptance.

Don't appreciate me, I'm not up to it. Don't criticize me, I don't deserve it. Just be my friend and forgive me, because I am craving for it.

Always be friendly, always be kind, Like the most beautiful flower that you can find.

If you think life is magical or life is hard, either way you are right. Your thoughts are the source of reality.

Writing blooms flowers for mind, which last forever.

No dirt can touch me, like an ocean, everything that comes to me becomes clean.

I drink cup of sunlight every morning to brighten myself.

You are happy when you are enthusiastic and action-oriented, not when you are luxury and pleasure oriented.

A friend is a friend who continues to love you and like you when you don't love him or like him any more.

Live like a tree, giving, forgiving and free.

The moon is the reflection of your heart and moonlight is the twinkle of your love.

I know who I was, I can tell you who I may have been, but I am, now, only in this line of words I write.

Only he is fit to preach who cannot avoid preaching, who feels that woe is upon him unless he preach the gospel

American Pie speaks to the loss that we feel. That's why that song has found the niche that it has.

I don't have any fear of intimacy, but rather thrive on it, which is rare in a public person.

A man who is not afraid of the sea will soon be drowned, for he will be going out on a day when he shouldn't.

What love it to me...is his happiness. I'm not like you where I fall in love so I can be happy. All I need is for him to be smiling.

Wired people should know something about wires.

I like the job I have, but if I had to live my life over again, I would like to have ended up a sports writer.

Home is where the heart is. No matter how your heart lives. Inside your heart where love is.That's where you've got to make yourself at home

Where the Tennessee River, like a silver snake, winds her way through the clay hills of Alabama, sits high on these hills, my home town, Florence.