“I think of the cold as a noble force.”

I’m able to control the body through just the power of the mind.

Every body has mind power, I have learned to direct it toward my body and thus influence the cold and heating-system of my metabolism.

We are built to be happy, strong and healthy. I fear not to live. We have everything to live up to our dreams. You have everything to achieve that, and in a very short period of time you can get all the tools to manifest who you want to be.

The whole medical industry wants us sick.

Sometimes you don’t know why but you feel attracted to do something.

Over time, we as humans have developed a different attitude towards nature and we’ve forgotten about our inner power.

We as a species have unlimited power of our mind. We can make anything happen.

Deep breathing changes the chemistry of the body by bringing oxygen into the tissue.

I love working out to Michael Jackson.

Arthritis, Crohn’s disease, psoriasis, depression – all of those diseases are a result of our neglected biochemistry. We need to be stimulated to help fight disease. Cold is a great stimulator.

Breathing exercises produce brain waves.

I want to stop war, and I want to stop disease.

I feel like I can control my own body as if I have a thermostat that I can adjust when I need to.

I know my body. I know my mind. I know what I can do.

When there is no oxygen the muscles become acidic and we can’t perform any more.

That’s what nature meant us to do, breathe deep when we are stressed.

The cold consumes me. The oceans in my eyes freeze. It’s 2 AM and I can’t move. Your loss is too much to bear.

Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

Workmen’s compensation, hours and conditions of labor are cold consolations, if there be no employment.

In 1968, I became a vegetarian after realizing that animals feel afraid, cold, hungry, and unhappy like we do.

My reasoning they may counter; my speech they may distrust; my apparel they may disapprove; my face they may reject; and even my bargains may cause them suspicion; yet my love will melt all hearts liken to the sun whose rays soften the coldest clay.

It is only when I dally with what I am about, look back and aside, instead of keeping my eyes straight forward, that I feel these cold sinkings of the heart.

A heart does turn cold unless it’s been treated with coldness for a while.

It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.