You now have permission to be strong and healthy and calm and relaxed. There's no place else to go. There's nothing else to do.

My message is believe in yourself. Have courage in your capacity. Listen to your inner voice. And then the critical component of all this is, do the work.

I'm inspired by how miraculous some of the simplest and most natural aspects of life can be the greatest sources of healing and transformation.

I remind myself that I don't have the ability to completely manipulate reality to be exactly what I want it to be.

Grateful that it brought me to a point of really seeing myself and really seeing where I was imbalanced, and really seeing it was a message from the Divine that changed my life.

Definitely an intelligence in the light of the heart. In yoga, we refer to this as the heart center - right behind the breastbone, and visualize it as a golden candle flame of light and spirit.

I was at a point in my life that was really between life or death, and I sort of intuitively and instinctively knew, I have to listen.

Each day, I would feel new wisdom and new intuition and I would follow that. Most everything I was doing was coming from that voice in my heart, which was affirmed by the ancient texts.

I actually think it's courageous to be vulnerable, and it's not something to be avoided.

I feel vulnerable every day to the grace of God as expressed in every living thing.

I feel vulnerable to the astonishing beauty of being alive and to Mother Nature.

And a rock feels no pain

The public good must come before private interests.

It is easier to donate a few thousand to charity and think oneself noble than to base self-respect on personal standards of personal achievement.

Do not by any means destroy yourself, for if you live you may yet have good fortune, but all the dead are dead like.

I didn't serve on a committee that dealt with foreign policy.

I just want to stay in my hotel room, read my book. I enjoy that private time.

I'm a peanut farmer at heart, still grow peanuts on my farm in Georgia.

I was sad Jon Ronson, who wrote in the Guardian and has made a TV show for Channel 4, took against me.

I held out my dad’s magic box and let it o, sure it would smash to the floor. Instead, the box disappeared. “Cool,” I said. “Sure you I can get it back?” “No,” Bast said. “Now come on!

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.