I am an old man who will live until I die," Anselmo said.

Let him think is I am more man than I am and I will be so.

I love you for all that you are, all that you have been, all that you're yet to be.

Nobody knows what's in him until he tries to pull it out. If there's nothing, or very little, the shock can kill a man.

You know I don't love any one but you. You shouldn't mind because some one else loved me.

Let’s not talk about how I am. It’s a subject I know too much about to want to think about anymore.

The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.