There are people who say that you can't experiment... That condemns you to failure.

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.

Love and respect all people. Hate and destroy all faith.

The Holy Spirit opens the inner recesses of our hearts and enables us to see the moral cesspools hidden there.

Who can protect themselves from betrayal? The day your brother wakes up and plans to do you dirty, there's no defense against that.

The breakfast of champions is not cereal it's the opposition.

I have always found writing pleasant and don't understand what people mean by 'throes of creation.'

People who pray stand receptive before the world. They no longer grab but caress, they no longer bite but kiss, they no longer examine but admire.

When [Ralph Waldo] Emerson visited Thoreau in jail and asked, 'What are you doing in there?' it was reported that Thoreau replied, 'What are you doing out there?'

I was racing through life, utterly confused and angry. I don't know if I was out of control; it was more like I felt frustrated with myself and everything I saw happening around me.

The cutting edge of service is always being honed and polished.

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph.