The point was living with grace, decency, and attention to the world, and breaking free of the artificial constructs in your own life.

As powerful as our legs are, as magnificent as our lungs and arms and muscles are, nothing matters more than the mind.

It's a hard, simple calculus: Run until you can't run anymore. Then run some more. Find a new source of energy and will. Then run even faster.

You can hurt more than you ever thought possible, then continue until you discover that hurting isn't that big a deal.

Rational assessments too often led to rational surrenders.

Every single one of us possesses the strength to attempt something he isn't sure he can accomplish.

We strive toward a goal, and whether we achieve it or not is important, but it's not what's most important. What matters is how we move toward that goal.

Train where your fitness is NOW, not where you want to be.

What we eat is a matter of life and death.

Nature's arena has a way of humbling and energizing us.

Only the most saintly and delusional among us welcomes all pain as challenge, perceives all loss as harsh blessing.

I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.

They have been eating muffins. That looks like repentance.

To be really great, you need to be naturally funny in order to stand out. But you can work at it, and find the best vehicle that you have to communicate what you're saying to people.

It's not the future I'm talking about, I'm talking about tomorrow.

You know, people think you have to be dumb to skip rope for 45 minutes. No, you have to be able to imagine something else. While you're skipping rope, you have to be able to see something else.

I mean I have had a very combative relationship with critics because I'm very impatient with people that don't give my work the respect I feel it deserves.

Love each other or die.

If you can't do something willingly and joyfully, then don't do it.

We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents.

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.