A Man Has Only One Way Of

The Spirit Of A Nation Is What Counts-the Look In Its Eyes.

I'm Not Afraid Of Death. It's The Stake One Puts Up In Order To Play The Game Of Life.

Human Beings Are Like Timid Punctuation Marks Sprinkled Among The Incomprehensible Sentences Of Life.

I Remember A Time When A Cabbage Could Sell Itself By Being A Cabbage. Nowadays It’s No Good Being A Cabbage – Unless You Have An Agent And Pay Him A Commission. Nothing Is Free Anymore To Sell Itself Or Give Itself Away. These Days, Countess, Every Cabbage Has Its Pimp.

Only The Mediocre Die Always At Their Best. Real Leaders Are Always Improving - And Raising Their Bar On How Superbly They Can Perform And How Quickly They Can Move.