Politics really must be a rotten profession considering what awful moral cowards most politicians become as soon as they get the job.

On the night of New Year’s Day, I thought of a wonderful New Year’s resolution for the men who run the world: get to know the people who only live in it.

It was the dumbest thing I had ever seen, but it's a family thing, and I guess it's clean.

For in self-giving, if anywhere, we touch a rhythm not only of all creation but of all being.

People don't expect me to have a weird sense of humor, but I do. I'm very eccentric.

We are assumed to be rather hopeless - swallowed up by incorrect notions, divorced from the original genius with which we are born, lost within days of living this distracting life.

What ought a man be? Well, my short answer is 'himself'.

I no longer say nice things about yoga. I was doing yoga so long before everybody else.

There will be a moment of silence while our prints do the talking.

The wonders of the ages assembled for your edification, education and enjoyment - for a price.

Language is our body and our breath, our world and our thought, our perception and even out unconscious.

I must say that the tasks of the youth in general, and of the Young Communist Leagues and all other organisations in particular, might be summed up in a single word: learn.