So it just goes to show you that it was always the Hells Angels first. They were the originals and all other clubs try and imitate what the Hells Angels have already done.

You get to know them, they get to know you and see if they like you. Then they'll vote on you to become a prospect. You have to be sponsored by a Hells Angel.

I'm in California a lot; I go overseas sometimes and I meet more Hells Angels than other Angels do.

There was no club but the Hells Angels as far as I was concerned.

I was a stuntman for over fifteen years.

I belonged to another club, and liked the camaraderie.

When I was old enough to ride a motorcycle and got my license, I bought a '69 Sportster.

So from an angry lawman's mouth, the Outlaw Motorcyclists were born.

I've been fighting my whole life.

Now as far as the organization selling drugs, no. Individuals selling drugs is something else.

If the challenge to fight was there, I always took it.

Madam de Stael pronounced architecture to be frozen music so is statuary crystalized spirituality.

We insist that God must surely lead everyone as we believe He has led us. We refuse to allow God the freedom to deal with each of us as individuals. When we think like that, we are legalistic.

Netflix did it right and focused on all the things that have replaced the dumb, raw numbers of the Nielsen world - they embraced targeted marketing and 'brand' as a virtue higher than ratings.

... uncritical love is the only real treasure.

If the Negro is to achieve the goal of integration, he must organize himself into a militant and nonviolent mass movement.

I think it's strange to live in a house with someone you cannot talk to-especially when that someone is your father-and the thought makes me a little sad.

Praying, is recognizing yourself to be that which you desire to be, rather than begging God for that which you desire.

He only is exempt from failures who makes no efforts.

A hot bath! How exquisite a vespertine pleasure, how luxurious, fervid and flagrant a consolation for the rigours, the austerities, the renunciations of the day.

How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste.