Training for me is a metaphor for life, period. The dedication, the determination, the desire, the work ethic, the great successes and the great failures - I take that into life.

One of the most important things you can accomplish is just being yourself.

When you walk up to opportunities door, don't knock it... Kick that B*tch in, smile and introduce yourself

BLOOD, SWEAT & RESPECT. First two you GIVE. Last one you EARN.

Grind Hard, Shine Hard.

I've learned over the years that when it comes to success, consistency is key. Consistent hard work that we may not like doing today, but for a payoff we'll love tomorrow. Earn it. Enjoy it.

Don't be afraid to be ambitious about your goals. Hard work never stops. Neither should your dreams.

Success isn't always about 'greatness'. It's about consistency. Consistent hard work gains success. Greatness will come.

Be the person that when your feet touch the floor in the morning the devil says, "awe s***.. they're up".

There is no substitute for hardwork. Always be humble and hungry.

The jabroni beating, pie eating, trail-blazin', eyebrow raisin', all around, smack it down People's Champ, The Rock!

Writing about the unholy is one way of writing about what is sacred.

If God is with you, it wouldn't matter anymore who is against you.

Life was simple before World War II. After that, we had systems.

What are we, in this boundless and glowing world?

I love playing real characters... if they're not around anymore it's helpful because you won't get sued! But there's so much research involved and I love that part of the process.

No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.

Treat others as thou wouldst be treated. What thou likest not for thyself, dispense not to others.

It is the characteristic of privilege and of every privileged position to kill the mind and heart of men. The privileged man, whether practically or economically, is a man depraved in mind and heart.

Nobody was ever meant, To remember or invent, What he did with every cent.

Every cradle asks us, Whence? and every coffin, Whither? The poor barbarian, weeping above his dead, can answer these questions as intelligently as the robed priest of the most authentic creed.