I may appear to be an eccentric old man... But this is a free choice.

My definition of poor are those who need too much. Because those who need too much are never satisfied.

Some people love money and get into politics. If they love money so much, they should get into commerce, industry, or do whatever they want - it's no sin. But politics is for serving the people.

I can live well with what I have.I'm called 'the poorest president', but I don't feel poor. Poor people are those who only work to try to keep an expensive lifestyle, and always want more and more.

This is a matter of freedom. If you don't have many possessions then you don't need to work all your life like a slave to sustain them, and therefore you have more time for yourself.

I'm not the poorest president. The poorest is the one who needs a lot to live.

If I asked people to live as I live, they would kill me.

Between madness and sanity, there is a shifting boundary. It is impossible to explain. Time slows down and you have to try to fill it. You don't have anything but solitude.

Uruguay is a country which has grown from immigration, people from all over. That is our origin.

In life you can fall down 1000 times but the point is to have the willingness to stand up and to start again.

The way the banks behave is frankly unbearable. I didn't rob for me. I expropriated resources for a struggle. If I had robbed for myself that would be different.

The shades of colours are splendid.

Teach them [your children] in such a way that they could not misunderstand the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

Only boring people are bored in relationships.

I don’t live by other people’s time tables

The golden rule is that there are no golden rules.

things are never so indescribably ghastly that they can't get worse.

With the Supremes I made so much money so fast all I wanted to do was buy clothes and pretty things. Now I'm comfortable with money and it's comfortable with me.

I think I've been able to fool a lot of people because I know I'm a dork. I'm a geek.

At the end of our life, we shall all be judged by charity.

Self-esteem is for sissies. Accept that you're a pimple and try to keep a lively sense of humor about it. That way lies grace - and maybe even glory.