I employ 20 people in Vienna. The other 130 coworkers are pilots and flight companions. The Overhead is limited with me. Reduces naturally the costs of my fliers.

Happiness is an enemy. It weakens you. Suddenly, you have something to lose.

A lot of people criticize Formula 1 as an unnecessary risk. But what would life be like if we only did what is necessary?

I've been through a lot and I realise the future can't be controlled. I'm not worried. You can always learn to overcome difficulties.

Really, you should always discuss the defeats because you can learn much more from failure than from success.

Don't talk too much, be focused on the goal and achieve it.

You appreciate that it is very easy to die and you have to arrange your life to cope with that reality.

From success, you learn absolutely nothing. From failure and setbacks conclusions can be drawn. That goes for your private life as well as your career.

A race isn't won until it's over.

Vienna is the gate to Eastern Europe.

To make a decision you need to be in a perfect environment: you have to be motivated and surrounded by the right people.

When we stop fearing failure, we start being artists.

When you have a half slice of chocolate pie, it's as if you owe yourself the other half - what's known in medical circles as a 'caloric deficit.'

When you love someone, you can't lie to them. It hurts to much. It's a deception that goes too deep.

I am so honored to be the vessel into which you pour this story of pain and strength.

I think some of the pressure comes from the expectations of other people. Like if your father played baseball, they expect you to be the big lifesaver or something when you play a sport.

I no longer say nice things about yoga. I was doing yoga so long before everybody else.

My biggest kick comes from the individual fans I run into. Middle-aged men ask me when we're going to do more Johnny Quest cartoons.

Genius is what makes us forget the master's talent.

Music is the framework around the silence.

All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.