I've always felt that if you back down from a fear, the ghost of that fear never goes away. It diminishes people.

In life you don't regret the things you do, you regret the things you don't do.

For Sunday breakfast, I make orange and ricotta pancakes, crepes and eggs. You know men, we usually go for breakfast because it's the easiest thing to cook and then we try to make it seem fancy.

To me, the smell of fresh-made coffee is one of the greatest inventions.

The longer it takes you to become successful, the harder it will be for somebody else to take it away from you.

If you accept the pain, it cannot hurt you.

I've never heard my dad say a bad word about anybody. He always keeps his emotions in check and is a true gentleman. I was taught that losing it was indulgent, a selfish act.

Salvatore Ferragamo have done some nice handmade suits for me.

Breakfast is my specialty. I admit it's the easiest meal to cook, but I make everything with a twist, like lemon ricotta pancakes or bacon that's baked instead of fried.

For me that's one of the great indulgences in life - a hand-tailored suit, and a great pair of handmade shoes.

If you put Buddha, Jesus Christ, Socrates, Shakespeare, Arjuna, Krishna at a dinner table together, I can't see them having an argument.

Peace: in international affairs a period of cheating between two periods of fighting.

How we think shows through in how we act. Attitudes are mirrors of the mind. They reflect thinking.

Fortune cures us of many faults that reason could not.

When you are free from self-doubt, you fail better. You accept criticism and listen.

You get [something] in your body that is the suffering or the problem, and then you [add] a second one, which is worry. In both cases, [it is] pointless.

The use of quantity of money as a target has not been a success. I'm not sure that I would as of today push it as hard as I once did.

Please don't disillusion me. I haven't had breakfast yet.

If I think about the writers I love or might be influenced by, I can't write at all, so I pretend there aren't any.

If Mitt Romney was Santa Claus, he would fire the reindeer and outsource the elves.

A lie keeps growing and growing until it's as plain as the nose on your face.