“A stout heart breaks bad luck.”

The man who fights for his ideals is alive.

Let every man mind his own business.

Many go out for wool, and come home shorn themselves.

Let us make hay while the sun shines.

There is no greater folly in the world than for a man to despair.

Love is a power too strong to be overcome by anything but flight.

Can we ever have too much of a good thing?

They who lose today may win tomorrow.

How will he who does not know how to govern himself know how to govern others?

That which costs little is less valued.

Comparisons are odious.

Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.

Sleep is the best cure for waking troubles.

Many littles make a much.

My heart is wax molded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain.

Be slow of tongue and quick of eye.

The news of life is carried via telephone. A baby’s birth, a couple engaged, a tragic car accident on a late night highway – most milestones of the human journey, good or bad, are foreshadowed by the sound of a ringing.

No matter how good or bad we may feel, no matter how up or down we may be, Christ loves us, accepts us, and thinks the world of us.

The good and bad things are what form us as people. Change makes us grow.

You just can’t believe how quickly things happen in football and the way life turns. I went from being the bad guy, the worst player who gets all the criticism, to being the player who makes the difference and scores the important goals.

Politics gives guys so much power that they tend to behave badly around women. And I hope I never get into that.

My cinema – the ’50s, ’60s – is different from the cinema today so I thought that it would not be bad to show that kind of cinema where we could dream.

The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.

From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.