One becomes great when he comes to the realization that what he knows is very little.
Whatever the attitude, so is the response.
There are no pure styles of karate. Purity comes only when pure knuckles meet pure flesh, no matter who delivers or receives.
Whether it is a big ship or small ship, the same size hole placed correctly in the hull can sink it.
Condition and guts take over where knowledge and skill end.
The humble man makes room for progress; the proud man believes he is already there.