I am somebody. I am me. And I don't need anybody to make me somebody.

Enemies can be an incentive to survive and become someone in spite of them. Enemies can keep you alert and aware.

Men strive for peace, but it is their enemies that give them strength, and I think if man no longer had enemies, he would have to invent them, for his strength only grows from struggle.

I wonder why it is the man who pleads for mercy never gives it.

This-this was what made life: a moment of quiet, the water falling in the fountain, the girl's voice. . . a moment of captured beauty. Those who are truly wise will never permit such moments to escape.

I do not think much of ages. People are people. What does it matter how old or young they are? It is a category, and I do not like categories. It is a sort of pigeonhole or a label.

The wind was cold off the mountains and I was a naked man with enemies behind me, and nothing before me but hope.