“Few sons are like their fathers, most are worse, few better.”

Modesty is of no use to a beggar.

The journey is the thing.

The melancholy joys of evils pass’d, For he who much has suffer’d, much will know.

Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.

A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds, it makes ice.

I didn’t lie! I just created fiction with my mouth!

How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!

The journey is its own reward.

Choose well.

Dreams surely are difficult, confusing, and not everything in them is brought to pass for mankind.

Empty words are evil.

There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.

What are the children of men, but as leaves that drop at the wind’s breath?

Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death.

There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible – magic to make the sanest man go mad.

The charity that is a trifle to us can be precious to others.

I still have a video of my father, which I watch before every game I play for Brazil. It gives me strength, makes me determined.

God the Father’s a deep root; the Son’s the shoot that breaks into the world; the Spirit spreads the beauty & fragrance.

He [God] watched over me before I knew him, and before I learned sense or even distinguished between good and evil, and he protected me, and consoled me as a father would his son.

In peace sons bury fathers, but war violates the order of nature, and fathers bury sons.

I have certain objectives. They’re the same objectives my father had to give people a higher standard of living, to do away with the cancer of poverty, to eliminate the consequences of economic backwardness.

If it wasn’t for baseball, I’d be in either the penitentiary or the cemetery. I have the same violent temper my father and older brother had. Both died of injuries from street fights in Baltimore, fights begun by flare-ups of their tempers.

As my father [Javāharlāl Nehrū] said, you have to keep an open mind, but you have to pour something into it – otherwise ideas slip away like sand between your fingers.

My dad told me when I was very young, that I should not get married before 30. His only advice to me was to live my life.