The yoga of discrimination can never be put into words, since the entire yoga exists beyond words.

I'm an observer of life. I like to watch people, and I like to watch cactus. I like to talk to mountains and communicate with my friends in the other spheres and dimensions.

The best things in life are free. Sunsets and sunrises are free. Air is free. Love is free. Death is free. The best things in life are free.

Learn to be happy in any and all circumstances, whether you're experiencing pleasure or pain, whether there's loss or gain, whether the world loves you or hates you. Learn to be happy.

The Winter Solstice is the time of ending and beginning, a powerful time -- a time to contemplate your immortality. A time to forgive, to be forgiven, and to make a fresh start. A time to awaken.

The heart chakra is the central chakra.

Long before the advent of what scientists and scholars consider to be the beginning of human civilization, there was an age undreamed of ... the age of Atlantis.

As the kundalini rises, the knowledge and powers of those dimensions will begin to come to you.

Atlantis was destroyed by the greed of its inhabitants.

We live in an age that's repeating itself endlessly. We're getting closer again to the techno-chic world we saw in Atlantis that occurs in countless planes. It's indigenous to enlightenment.

The members of the Mystery school, during the time of Atlantis, had psychically seen the subsequent ages of darkness.

We were as Hansel and Gretel and we ventured out into the black forest of the world.

every loss, every mistake, was seared into her soul, creating a different kind of tattoo, one made from rage and abandonment, heart break and tears

For me, peace should provide security to the Jewish people.

large part of our purpose in life is to be of service to the rest of us.

And I think in theater, people don't really focus on the media unless there's a huge superstar doing a play or something.

I think to a degree this happens when they [russians] spot a softness in us, which I think for a while they did.

The watchful mother tarries nigh Though sleep have closed her infant's eye, For should he wake, and find her gone.

I'm convinced that it's energy and humor. The two of them combined equal charm.

What happens if your choice is misguided, You must try to correct it But what if it’s too late? What if you can’t? Then you must find a way to live with it.

I could be well content To entertain the lag-end of my life With quiet hours.