“When the restlessness of the mind, intellect and self is stilled through the practice of Yoga, the yogi by the grace of the Spirit within himself finds fulfillment.”

The beauty of a lake reflects the beauty around it. When the mind is still, the beauty of the Self is seen reflected in it.

Approach each asana with freshness every day.

We can rise above our limitations, only once we recognize them.

The battle of yoga is with the body and with the ego. You must conquer your ego, or small self, so that you can let your soul, your big Self, be victorious.

In your discipline, if doubt comes, let it come. You do your work and let doubt carry on with its work. And let us see which gives up first!

The breath must be enticed or cajoled, like catching a horse in a field, not by chasing after it, but by standing still with an apple in one’s hand.

Penetration of our mind is our goal, but in the beginning to set things in motion, there is no substitute for sweat.

Focus on keeping your spine straight. It is the job of the spine to keep the brain alert.

Life means to be living.Problems will always be there. When they arise navigate through them with yoga- don’t take a break.

Give more than you receive. That is the principle I tell all my students.

Without education, confidence does not come.

Yoga uses the body to discipline the mind and to reach the soul.

From Freedom of the Body comes Freedom of the Mind and then Ultimate Freedom!

Knowledge of yoga is no substitute for practice.

After a session of yoga, the mind becomes tranquil and passive.

A good teacher helps you explore the maximum.

Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food, and few things in the world are more wearying than a sarcastic attitude towards life.

Men spend their life down here in the worship of petty (or mean) interests and the search of perishable things, and with that (“et avec cela”, Fr.) they pretend to perpetuate for all eternity their self (“moi”, Fr.) so hardly worthy (“digne”, Fr.) of it.

It is in his pleasure that a man really lives; it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self.

But self-satisfaction, if as buoyant as gas, has an ugly trick of collapsing when full blown, and facts are stony things that refuse to melt away in the sunshine of a smile.

If man do not find in himself the required (or wished, or wanted, – “voulue”, Fr.) force to accomplish his moral aspirations, he can try to purt himself in the conditions suitable to assist (or promote, or further, -“favoriser”, Fr.) his self-control.

Modern dancers give a sinister portent about our times. The dancers don’t even look at one another.

I’m mostly self-taught. I didn’t learn much in school.

No matter who you are, you have a giant self.