Your greatest awakening comes, when you are aware about your infinite nature.

Our wings are small but the ripples of the heart are infinite.

The true miracle lies in our eagerness to allow, appreciate, and honor the uniqueness, and freedom of each sentient being to sing the song of their heart.

Suffering is due to our disconnection with the inner soul. Meditation is establishing that connection.

You are your master. Only you have the master keys to open the inner locks.

Your thoughts are your message to the world. Just as the rays are the messages of the Sun.

There is only one all-pervading God. It has no religion, no incarnation. It is free from all contaminations.

At the core of your heart, you are perfect and pure. No one and nothing can alter that.

Meditation is a way for nourishing and blossoming the divinity within you.

Yoga means addition - addition of energy, strength and beauty to body, mind and soul.

Discover your deep inner-self and from that place spread love in every direction.

You hope people won't be tricky or miserable. If you're in public life, it's important not to be. If someone says, 'I like your programme, thank you,' you should be grateful. I am. Why be nasty?

It's the ordinary things that seem important to me.

...the more you look at the same exact thing, the more the meaning goes away, and the better and emptier you feel.

One of the things that writers worry about is finding a voice. I don't think it's a thing that you find so much as it is something that comes to you, or that presents itself.

May we now all rise and sing the eternal school hymn: "Attack. Attack. Attack Attack Attack!"

Cold exactitude is not art; ingenious artifice, when it pleases or when it expresses, is art itself.

There's a lot of things that there's misconceptions. Evidently it's a misconceptions that Americans believe that Muslims are terrorists.

Oh, that sound? I'm in the hot tub, reading a novel.

I fooled you. I fooled you. I got pig iron. I got pig iron. I got all pig iron.

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.