Anything physical is always changing, therefore, its reality is not constant, not eternal.

An intellectual mind that is unconnected to the heart is an uncultivated mind.

This practice of yoga is to remove the weeds from the body so that the garden can grow.

I am standing on my own altar; The poses are my prayers.

The sleeping tortoise takes all its limbs into its carapace. So does the yogi: going back into himself he does not see anything worldly any longer, he makes peace in himself.

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.

We must create a marriage between the awareness of the body and that of the mind. When two parties do not cooperate, there is unhappiness on both sides.