Too hot to handle, too cold to hold!

I'm the tower of power, too sweet to be sour. I'm funky like a monkey. Sky's the limit and space is the place!

Hulkamania is like a single grain of sand in the Sahara desert that is Macho Madness.

Let me tell you now a man of my position can afford to look ridiculous at any time.

You will eat my rear rockets and like it! Ohhhh yeahhh!

I'm the tower of power, too sweet to be sour.

Best there is... past, present and future! Ohhhhh yeahhhh!

Expect the unexpected in the kingdom of madness!

Ten thousand years as Intercontinental Champion, Oooooh yeeeah!

The madness is runnin' wild!

Snap into a Slim Jim!

Time is just going on and on .But I still here Idle just Waiting for someone and nothing else

Nothing is final in history. It always moves on. Peace must be built again and again.

-I am alergic to these flowers.-I know.

We all have strengths, weaknesses and blind spots. In fact, an average person has 3.4 blind spots.

One of the surprising privileges of intellectuals is that they are free to be scandalously asinine without harming their reputations.

Every superior personality, and every superior performance, has, for the average of mankind, something mysterious.

Nature does not make leaps.

When a man says he likes a woman in a skirt, I tell him to try one.

People — running from unhappiness, hiding in power — are locked within their reputations, ambitions, beliefs.

The heart is pure theater throbbing in its cage palpably as any nightingale.