When I score I don't celebrate, its my job, does a postman celebrate when he delivers post?

I don't celebrate because I'm only doing my job. When a postman delivers letters, does he celebrate?

There's only one that is a little stronger than me: Messi. All the others are behind me.

People who know me, love me. People who don't know me love me too... or they hate me.

I sent my Christmas wishes to him, but he didn't answer. He's the world's best coach, but as a man he still has to learn manners and respect.

I am different - if you can find another like me, then I will buy you dinner!

I will not accept racism at all. It's unacceptable. If someone throws a banana at me in the street, I will go to jail, because I will kill them.

When I wasn't famous, I had a lot of friends, almost all of them Italian. The racism only started when I started to play football.

You can't delete racism. It's like a cigarette. You can't stop smoking if you don't want to, and you can't stop racism if people don't want to. But I'll do everything I can to help.

Is instinct in the head or in the heart? Off the field, I follow my good instincts which steer me in the right direction. Sometimes on the field my head leads me astray. That's what I believe.

For me, my mother is everything.

Heads will fly all over the place, others will explode by themselves, everyone will have their chance to betray, and those who don't betray will be betrayed.

Achieving success is a challenge but so is struggling so you may as well choose success.

When others doubt the power of Jesus, be the one who asks Him to perform the impossible. He often will.

For me a film is at its best when you can start filling in the story with your own life experience.

By a museum, I assume you mean an institution dedicated to the events of Sept. 11 and the aftermath. If that is done with sensitivity, I think it would be most appropriate.

No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.

Civilization in certain respects is as inadequate as it was a thousand years ago.

Everyone can get a little sloppy with cash and it's smart to notice. But what's squeezing you is the big stuff you ladle onto your credit cards.

That was the worst part about losing someone-finding a place to store all the thoughts and feelings you'd otherwise share with them.

Today, you're halfway to 100! Here's to optimism, whether it is realistic or not. Happy 50th birthday!