I am a weak, ephemeral creature made of mud and dream. But I feel all the powers of the universe whirling within me.

Every obstacle in his journey became a milestone, an occasion for further triumph. We have a model in front of us now, a model who blazes our trail and gives us strength.

In order to succeed, we must first believe that we can.

The heart unites whatever the mind separates, pushes on beyond the arena of necessity and transmutes the struggle into love.

The only way to save yourself is to endeavor to save others.

The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.

The masses do not see the Sirens. They do not hear songs in the air. Blind, deaf, stooping, they pull at their oars in the hold of the earth. But the more select, the captains, harken to a Siren within them...and royally squander their lives with her.