“People have to have a desire within themselves to know who they are and the reason why they are in this body.”

So it’s really a process of actually having a realization of God, which all becomes clear with the expanded state of consciousness that develops when you chant.

Everyone has choice when to and not to raise their voices: It’s you who decides.

My son looks more like George Harrison than I do.

The nicest thing is to open the newspapers and not to find yourself in them.

Life is like a rain drop on a lotus leaf. Everybody realises that you’re either very lucky person or you’re not.

Rap music is just computerised crap. I listen to Top of the Pops and after three songs I feel like killing someone.

I still practice Transcendental Meditation and I think it’s great. Marharishi only ever did good for us, and although I have not been with him physically, I never left him.

Scan not a friend with a microscopic glass, you know his faults, now let the foibles pass.

Since our problems have been our own creation, they also can be overcomed.

The Beatles saved the world from boredom.

Without going out of my door I can know all things on Earth.

Love one another (His last words).

In the end, this world will go under because of the stupidity of people.

I’m only myself when I have a guitar in my hands.

When you’ve seen beyond yourself, then you may find, peace of mind is waiting there.

We’re trying to impress ourselves in a way. That’s why we keep trying to do things better. We never get satisfied.

Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don’t know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.

The life of the body is the soul, the life of the soul is Christ.

Life without limbs? Or life without limits?

My body is the shape I live in and it shapes the way I live.

Our body has this defect that, the more it is provided care and comforts, the more needs and desires it finds.

The next time you look into the mirror, just look at the way the ears rest next to the head; look at the way the hairline grows; think of all the little bones in your wrist. It is a miracle. And the dance is a celebration of that miracle.

The body says what words cannot.

It’s the blood of the ancients that runs through the veins.