“People can so easily be tempted by slackness and by money.”

Where there’s hope, there’s life. It fills us with fresh courage and makes us strong again.

You can always give something, even if it is only kindness.

I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.

Leave me in peace, let me sleep one night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing

People who have a religion should be glad, for not everyone has the gift of believing in heavenly things.

I’ve reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, I can’t do anything to change events anyway.

If the truth is told, things are just as bad as you yourself care to make them.

It’s difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality.

Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person’s character lies in their own hands.

We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same.

Soldiers and war heroes are honored and commemorated, explorers are granted immortal fame, martyrs are revered, but how many people look upon women too as soldiers?

Boys will be boys. And even that wouldn’t matter if only we could prevent girls from being girls.

It’s really a wonder that I haven’t dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.

I do my best to please everybody, far more than they’d ever guess. I try to laugh it all off, because I don’t want to let them see my trouble.

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature and God.

Writing in a diary is a really strange experience for someone like me.

During the Depression, my dad made radios to sell to make extra money. Nobody had any money to buy the radios, so he would trade them for dogs. He built kennels in the backyard, and he cared for the dogs.

Being good in business is the most fascinating kind of art. Making money is art and working is art and good business is the best art.

I’m not great with money. I’d go crazy if I were left to my own devices. My mum and girlfriend sort it out. I’m not driven by it, but I love to be generous.

I’ve not been paid millions of pounds for any fights. I’ve not made any money out of boxing.

I’m not very bright about money. I’m not domestic either. If I don’t learn how to cook, maybe I won’t have to.

I’m really an artist. I really do this. I don’t need the money. It doesn’t matter to me.

I’m a performer. That’s what I do. That and making money – it’s the passion and the care factor for the people that support your passion, the people that support you, it’s the kind of people that go crazy and love your stuff.

I was telling people if every time I answered a question about Multan I got a rupee, I would be a multimillionaire by now.