“Fear? If I have gained anything by damning myself, it is that I no longer have anything to fear.”

In football everything is complicated by the presence of the opposite team.

One always dies too soon – or too late. And yet one’s whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are — your life, and nothing else.

Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.

There is only one day left, always starting over: It is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.

Life is a useless passion.

Man is not the sum of what he has already, but rather the sum of what he does not yet have, of what he could have.

I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity.

Consciousness is a being the nature of which is to be conscious of the nothingness of its being.

If you’re lonely when you’re alone, you’re in bad company.

Life begins on the other side of despair.

I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have been dragged through I don’t know how many consciences.

I found the human heart empty and insipid everywhere except in books.

Nothingness haunts Being.

We only become what we are by the radical and deep-seated refusal of that which others have made of us.

We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are – that is the fact.

There is no disgrace in honest failure; there is disgrace in fearing to fail.

If you take too long in deciding what to do with your life, you’ll find you’ve done it.

Do the thing you fear and the death of fear is certain.

It’s not a question of if we make the playoffs; we will. And when we get there, I have no fear of anyone.

People living deeply have no fear of death.

Whatever you love most, you fear you might lose, you know it can change. Why do you look from left to right when you cross the street? Because you don’t want to get run over. But, you still cross the street.

Too many of us are taking our dreams to our graves. Songs that were never sung. Poems never written. Businesses never started. Relationships never formed. Books never written. Dreams never lived.

I walk along this long harbor of life and sit on the piers, reflect on my pain and sh*t on my fears.