Because when we love, we always strive to become better than we are.

To become really good at anything, you have to practice and repeat, practice and repeat, until the technique becomes intuitive.

An enemy always represents a weakness. This might be fear of physical pain, but it could also be a premature sense of victory or the desire to abandon the fight because it is no longer worthwhile.

We must marry, have children, reproduce the species.

The only trap I must beware not to fall into, is to think that each day is the same as the next. In fact, each morning brings with it a hidden miracle, and we must pay attention to this miracle.

The search can be as interesting as the fear you feel, as long as you overcome that fear.

Things do not always happen the way I would have wanted, and it's best that I get used to that.