A warrior feeds his body well; he trains it; works on it. Where he lacks knowledge, he studies. But above all he must believe. He must believe in his strength of will, of purpose, of heart and soul.

Nothing of real worth can ever be bought. Love, friendship, honour, valour, respect. All these things have to be earned.

Old age is not as honorable as death, but most people seek it.

Do not speak badly of yourself, for the warrior that is inside you hears your words and is lessened by them.

May all your dreams but one come true, for what is life without a dream?

There's no shame in fear. But understand this - the coward is ruled by fear, while the hero rides it like a wild stallion.

We make choices everyday, some of them good, some of them bad. And - if we are strong enough - we live with the consequences.

I may be stupid, as you say, to believe in honour and friendship and loyalty without price. But these are virtues to be cherished, for without them we are no more than beasts roaming the land.

Fear is an aid to the warrior. It is a small fire burning. It heats the muscles, making us stronger. Panic comes when the fire is out of control, consuming all courage and pride.

A man with wife and daughters has no place losing his temper.

I underestimated you, woman." ... "The cry of men down the ages.

I think most of us are looking for a calling, not a job. Most of us, like the assembly-line worker, have jobs that are too small for our spirit. Jobs are not big enough for people.

British democracy was not given by the elite. It was largely taken by the masses.

Very few changes in life areachieved without effort and acommitment to making that effort.

Wisdom doesn't necessarily come with age. Sometimes age just shows up all by itself.

We have two lives; The soul of man is like the rolling world, One half in day, the other dipt in night; The one has music and the flying cloud, The other, silence and the wakeful stars.

Beware the abuse of Power. Both by those we disagree with, as well as those we may agree with

I think there are a lot of older people who are moving through life the right way, and they just don't know it.

And what did you do last night, Dexter? Oh, I played with my dolls while a friend chopped up my sister.

The brain is a muscle of busy hills, the struggle of unthought things with things eternally thought.

Jump and the net will appear.