As the trunk is one but the branches are many, yoga is one but adaptations may vary.

For me there were only two ways on the precipice - either I have to fall in or I have to fall out, to accept or say good-bye. The moment I crossed the precipice, it no longer was a discipline - it became a passion, an urge to pursue. Then I experienced freedom. Freedom comes when the discipline revolutionizes the discipline as a passion for the art.

Relaxation: In. Every. Pose. There. Should. Be. Repose.

If you can adapt to and balance in a world that is always moving and unstable, you learn how to become tolerant to the permanence of change and difference.

The art of teaching is tolerance. Humbleness is the art of learning.

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.

A yogi's brain extends from the bottom of the foot to the top of his head