Instead of asking, “How can I ease my suffering?” yoga would have us ask, “How can I better serve my brothers and sisters?” Because only in answering the latter can we hope to answer the former.

Meditation alone cannot heal the world, but it can and does speed up the healing process.

The hardest part of any yoga practice is rolling out your mat.

When infused with compassion, even the most useless snake oils have the power to heal broken hearts and shattered souls.

The narrow edge between comfort and discomfort is to a yogi what a grain of sand is to an oyster.

The great paradox of life is that to fully live, we must let a piece of ourselves die.

Standing at the end of a diving board looking at the water never made the water warmer, but it will make taking the plunge unnecessarily hard.

Sculpting the future and healing the past can only happen through mindful action in the present moment.

True power—not to be confused with worldly power—is found at that beautifuland sacred spot where will and surrender merge into an unstoppable force.

Forcing Your body into a yoga pose is like brushing your teeth with a wire brush. You may get rid of the plaque but gingivitis will be the least of your concerns.

Don't think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it's good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.

Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth.

When we miss understanding, we meet misunderstanding. Misunderstanding always pushes understanding far away!

I have admired W.C. Fields since the day he advanced upon Baby LeRoy with an ice pick. Any man who hates dogs and babies can't be all bad.

It's much more fun to share and laugh at the bad times and the frustrations. I find you get a much deeper connection with the audience that way.

A good father does these basic things: provides for his family, protects his family, and gives spiritual and moral guidance.

A man's own addition to what he learns is cement to bind an otherwise loose heap of stones into a structure of unity, strength, and use.

In the morning, we carry the world like Atlas; at noon, we stoop and bend beneath it; and at night, it crushes us flat to the ground.

You must neither completely nor partially copy the art of others. If so, you will be producing kitsch.

When people tell me I'm an artist, I say, 'What?' It's impossible for me to take the idea seriously.