You can't eat your friends and have them too

Isn't everyone a part of everyone else?

I suppose it's too bad people can't be a little more consistent. But if they were, maybe they would stop being people.

Living with a conscience is like driving a car with the brakes on.

Silence is the sure sign that youre on your way out in Hollywood.

Fights can be dumped in a dozen ways. Sometimes everybody but the fighter knows. Sometimes only the fighter knows.

Very few fighters get the consideration of racehorses, which are put out to pasture to grow old with dignity and comfort when they haven't got it anymore.

As much as I love boxing, I hate it. And as much as I hate it, I love it.

Unless we know people well, we sit around with our words and our minds starched, afraid of being ourselves for fear of wrinkling them.

You either go along with the system - conform to what is expected to be a hit - or you have very tough going

Conscience. That stuff can drive you nuts.

From the moment of birth we are immersed in action and can only fitfully guide it by taking thought.

It is very east to forgive others their mistakes it takes more grit and gumption to forgive them for having witnessed your own.

Align yourself with outstanding strategic partners.

The people of this country desperately need to engage in an open and honest debate about mental health.

We could say, then, that man is an instrument the world employs to renew its own image constantly.

It's very typical that when two people are having lunch, they put a phone on the table between them.

I didn't learn fire-eating to conquer my fears. I learned fire-eating because I desperately wanted to be in show business.

Baseball is a universal language. Catch the ball, throw the ball, hit the ball.

It's really fun and just to be with a friend while you're working really hard. It can sometimes be really stressful. Also it's just fun to have someone to laugh with and have a good time with.

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?