“The back is like a frame, the front body, the painting that it throws into relief.”

Yoga is an art, a science and a philosophy. It touches the life of man at every level, physical, mental, and spiritual. It is a practical method for making one’s life purposeful, useful and noble.

Healthy plants and trees yield abundant flowers and fruits. Similarly, from a healthy person, smiles and happiness shine forth like the rays of the sun.

Health is a state of complete harmony of the body, mind and spirit.

The needs of the body are the needs of the divine self, which lives through the body.

The light that Yoga sheds on life is something special. It is transformative. It does not just change the way we see things; it transforms the person who sees.

Yoga is effort. Only practice is important. The rest of knowledge is only theory.

How can you know God if you don’t know your big toe?

A stable mind is like the hub of a wheel. The world may spin around you, but the mind is steady.

Words cannot convey the value of yoga – it has to be experienced.

The brain is the hardest part of the body to adjust in asanas.

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

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.

The supreme adventure in a man’s life is his journey back to his Creator.

It is through your body that you realize you are a spark of divinity.

Nothing can be forced, receptivity is everything.

True concentration is an unbroken thread of awareness.

Dear Ones, Beware of the tiny gods frightened men Create To bring anesthetic relief to their sad days.

Every central government worships uniformity: uniformity relieves it from inquiry into an infinity of details.

I can finally cry and let it be relief. My tears can be my medicine and not my poison.

In the United States, the majority undertakes to supply a multitude of ready-made opinions for the use of individuals, who are thus relieved from the necessity of forming opinions of their own.

If a man insisted always on being serious, and never allowed himself a bit of fun and relaxation, he would go mad or become unstable without knowing it.

Do you realize that all great literature is all about what a bummer it is to be a human being? Isn’t it such a relief to have somebody say that?

When you are starved for a moment of relief, you’ll eat their poison by the mouth full, no questions until the digestion leads to new problems.

I’ve always had a fear of endings, but it comes as relief to me that among all the dying things, I am one too.