“I don’t bring yesterday’s poses to today’s practice. I know yesterday’s poses, but when I practice today I become a beginner. I don’t want yesterday’s experience. I want to see what new understanding may come in addition to what I felt up to now.”

When I practice, I am a philosopher. When I teach, I am a scientist. When I demonstrate, I am an artist.

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

A lamp does not flicker in a place where no wind blows; so it is with a yogi, who controls his mind, intellect and self, being absorbed in the spirit within him.

In whatever you are doing, be one: body, soul, mind. Do it beautifully and with purity.

If you keep your armpits open, you won’t get depressed.

Training of the mind and body leads to awareness of the soul

Your whole being should be symmetrical. Yoga is symmetry. That is why yoga is a basic art.

When I stretch, I stretch in such a way that my awareness moves, and a gate of awareness finally opens.

Love begets courage, moderation creates abundance and humility generates power. Courage without love is brutish. Abundance without moderation leads to over-indulgence and decay. Power without humility breeds arrogance and tyranny.

Yoga aims for complete awareness in everything you do.

There is a universal reality in ourselves that aligns us with a universal reality that is everywhere.

By persistent and sustained practice, anyone and everyone can make the yoga journey and reach the goal of illumination and freedom.

Classics postures, when practiced with discrimination and awareness, bring the body, mind, and consciousness into a single, harmonious whole.

Lack of knowledge is the source of all pains and sorrows whether dormant, attenuated, interrupted or fully active.

Illuminated emancipation, freedom, unalloyed and untainted bliss await you, but you have to choose to embark on the Inward Journey to discover it

If the foundation is firm the building can withstand calamities. The practice of yoga is the foundation so that the self is not shaken under any circumstances.

I remember like it was yesterday. He had worked all those years to own that house and he cried. He was so excited and so happy and I want to see other people get that feeling, too.

People who say that yesterday was better than today are ultimately devaluing their own existence.

I might not know who I was yesterday or who I’m going to be tomorrow, but I know who I am right now.

In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past-sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.

My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.

Madam President, speaking here in Dublin Castle it is impossible to ignore the weight of history, as it was yesterday when you and I laid wreaths at the Garden of Remembrance.

It’s all now you see: tomorrow began yesterday and yesterday won’t be over until tomorrow.

If you are in the same place today as you were yesterday, you are a backslider.