My dad's main client was the World Bank, and he spent most of his time traveling to Third World countries. His particular interest lay in the eradication of poverty through development and business.

In life you don't regret the things you do, you regret the things you don't do.

For Sunday breakfast, I make orange and ricotta pancakes, crepes and eggs. You know men, we usually go for breakfast because it's the easiest thing to cook and then we try to make it seem fancy.

To me, the smell of fresh-made coffee is one of the greatest inventions.

The longer it takes you to become successful, the harder it will be for somebody else to take it away from you.

If you accept the pain, it cannot hurt you.

I've never heard my dad say a bad word about anybody. He always keeps his emotions in check and is a true gentleman. I was taught that losing it was indulgent, a selfish act.

Salvatore Ferragamo have done some nice handmade suits for me.

Breakfast is my specialty. I admit it's the easiest meal to cook, but I make everything with a twist, like lemon ricotta pancakes or bacon that's baked instead of fried.

For me that's one of the great indulgences in life - a hand-tailored suit, and a great pair of handmade shoes.

If you put Buddha, Jesus Christ, Socrates, Shakespeare, Arjuna, Krishna at a dinner table together, I can't see them having an argument.

Ceres wanted a united front in the plant war.""The plant war, " Percy said. "You're going to arm all the little grapes with tiny assault rifles?

Ignoramus: a person unacquainted with certain kinds of knowledge familiar to yourself and having certain other kinds that you know nothing about.

Making a movie requires 20 to 500 people to make and a lot of money and the stakes are a lot higher.

We commit not only theoretical error but also moral wrong in objectifying ourselves or other rational beings, ignoring their capacities for free action and communicative interaction with us.

The next few years are going to be horrendous in the UK. The last thing we need is a Somali pirate-style raid on the few wealth creators who still dare to navigate Britain's gale-force waters.

I think they are looking for publicity and they are looking for a name for themselves.

To love somebody is to let them be who they are and do what they have to do.

Persons who think there is no such thing as luck good or bad are entitled to their opinion, although I think they ought to be shot for it.

I still feel like Ive crashed the party.

Give all your attention to the question: 'What is it that makes me conscious?', until your mind becomes the question itself and cannot think of anything else.