Just tell me what to do. I don't know where I'm going, but I know I don't want to be here.

I don't care what you bench. I care if you have friends and family you love, a career that you love, and helped someone you don't know today.

I think there are two keys to success. One is to show up. The other one is to keep going. Most people don’t keep going.

Without challenges, the human body will soften. We thrive when we push our boundaries, reach goals, and blast personal records. We perform better, we look better, and we feel alive.

Look at your goals. Look at your behavior. Does your behavior match your goals?

The problem is yes, everything works. Doing everything at once makes you marginal at everything... at best.

I said it was simple. Not easy.

Most champions are built by punch the clock workouts rather than extraordinary efforts.

I only judge people by the depth of their squat.

If you're spending so much time at the gym that your mail is forwarded there, you're not dedicated - you've got a mental disorder.

If something is important, do it every day; if it's not important, don't do it at all.

You’re not a human being until you value something more than the life of your body. And the greater the thing you live and die for the greater you are.

Real smart begins when you quit quoting other people.

If your heart is not attuned to God, it will become a catch basin for every device of the devil. Yes, Satan is at work in our world. The Bible is my authority.

If I couldn't move, I don't know what I would do. That would be terrifying for me; I don't know how I'd cope with that.

The boughs of the oak are roaring inside the acorn.

Lost in loneliness and pain. Black and unendurable, Thinking of you with every Corpuscle of my flesh, in Every instant of night And day.

An interview is like a minefield.

If "socialism" is defined as "ownership of the means of production"--and this is both the orthodox and the only rigorous definition--then the United States is the first truly Socialist country.

Remembrance is a necessary expression of love, internally.

The artist cannot look to others to validate his efforts or his calling. If you don't believe me, ask Van Gogh, who produced masterpiece after masterpiece and never found a buyer in his whole life.