This is a rule of racing: No race has ever been won in the first corner; many have been lost there.

Somewhere, the zebra is dancing.

Very gently. Like there are eggshells on your pedals, and you don’t want to break them. That’s how you drive in the rain.

The human language, as precise as it is with its thousands of words, can still be so wonderfully vague.

That which we manifest is before us; we are the creators of our own destiny. Be it through intention or ignorance, our successes and our failures have been brought on by none other than ourselves.

You should shine with all of your light all the time.

That which is around me does not affect my mood; my mood affects that which is around me.

There is no dishonor in losing the race. There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.

He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to learn, and then was free to leave.

We too, must shatter the mirrors. We must look in to ourselves and root out the distortions until that thing which we know in our hearts is perfect and true, stands before us.

Racing is about discipline and intelligence, not about who has the heavier foot. The one who drives smart will always win in the end.

Mislaid flame of tender emotionsRekindled.Together we live to the point of tears, I wouldn’t want it any other way.

The man that is meant to love you will have a million questions about you, but none will ever ask your value.

Women of vanquished races are usually very prone to wed with the men who have slaughtered their kindred in battle.

The greatest contribution we can make to the wellbeing of those in our lives is to have peace in our own hearts.

I think film is a very powerful advocate and message carrier.

We must recognize the fundamental rights of man. There can be no true national life in our democracy unless we give unqualified recognition to freedom of religious worship and freedom of education.

When the spirit is understood, then life becomes not at all common, but a constant magical circus in which you see yourself reflected in all forms and all formlessness.

This is the mission of every Christian: lumina pandit - to spread the light and to tell the world of God's love.

I think we need to be fighting for the working men and women of this country, not the moneyed New York interests.