Death haunts everyone and never fails.

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.

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.

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.

Capitalism has turned human beings into commodities. To the owner of a restaurant: the cook and a bag of potatoes are equally important.

Death defines life. I'd rather stay undefined.

I auditioned equally for film and theater. The difference is that theater has seasons, while film, it's always happening.

They tease me now, telling me it was only a dream. But does it matter whether it was a dream or reality, if the dream made known to me the truth?

Earn as much money as you possibly can and as quickly as you can. The sooner you get money out of the way, the sooner you will be able to get to the rest of your problems in style.

You can get lost, pretending to be someone you're not.

Our situation, with global warming and air quality and all of that, has gotten to be catastrophic.

Junk runs in the family. My granddad was a junk man in St. Louis and so was my uncle.

A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.

If somebody trusts me, then I will reciprocate.