As a fire blazes brightly when the covering of ash over it is scattered by the wind, the divine fire within the body shines in all its majesty when the ashes of desire are scattered by the practice of pranayama.

Extension brings space, space brings freedom, freedom brings precision. Precision is truth.

All of us have a dormant spark of divinity in us which has to be fanned into flame by yoga.

Before peace between the nations, we have to find peace inside that small nation which is our own being.

When the mind is controlled and still what remains is the soul

Nothing can be forced, receptivity is everything.

Breath is the vehicle of consciousness and so, by its slow measured observation and distribution, we learn to tug our attention away from external desires toward a judicious, intelligent awareness.