In order to win, you have to be aggressive - with your car, with the racetrack, and with the competition. But you don't have to be stupid about it.

Until we have established reliability there is no sense at all in wasting time trying to make the thing go faster.

There are many different types of prioritites in Motor Racing, the first...being how much you are willing to sacrifice in order to get to where you want to go.

The racing driver needs to be fed a diet of other racing drivers.

Planning, evaluation, reasoning and establishing prioritites are all more important than brilliance - either behind the wheel or at the drawing board.

Nothing good has ever been written about the full rotation of a racecar about its roll axis.

If you have complete control over the damned thing, you're not going fast enough.

The necessary fiddling about and moving things can be greatly facilitated by a bit of forethought.

There are lots of people out there who prefer tinkering to winning - it gives them a good excuse.

He who understands, as always, can make his car work better than he who does not.

Horsepower sells motorcars and torque wins motor races.

The moment that judgement stops through acceptance of what it is, you are free of the mind. You have made room for love, for joy, for peace.

For it is in your power to retire into yourself whenever you choose.

To Embrace The Kingdom Principle Is To Live A Life Of Superiority

I quit being afraid when my first venture failed and the sky didn't fall down.

There is always a philosophy for lack of courage.

Forget the idea that inspiration will come to you like a flash of lightning. It's much more about hard graft.

Putting it in plain terms, the general public must be reduced to its traditional apathy and obedience, and driven from the arena of political debate and action, if democracy is to survive.

The Jonas Brothers are all sweet. They're so amazing to me. They've become really good friends of mine, but I'm not dating any of them.

Unity, agreement, is always silent or soft-voiced; it is only discord that loudly proclaims itself.

Life is a canvas of many strokes where shades from different palettes meet into a picture so concrete that some forget it is their own, so become framed themselves.