“Money is my God. If you think God will help you then quit your job and see how much he cares.”

I’m not much for talking. You know what I do. I put guys in body bags when I’m right.

When Jesus comes back, these crazy, greedy, capitalistic men are gonna kill him again.

You have to be a friend to yourself. You know, ’cause if you’re not a friend to yourself, you’re an enemy to yourself and if someone’s a friend of everybody they are an enemy to themselves.

I refuse to let adversity allow me to be average.

There’s nothing like being young, and happy, and fighting.

I’m a historian, and that freaks me out.

If you’re not humble, life will visit humbleness upon you.

Boxing brought me money and fame, but it never brought me no happiness.

I don’t react to a tragic happening any more. I took so many bad things as a kid and some people think I don’t care about anything. It’s just too hard for me to get emotional. I can’t cry no more.

In order for me to achieve… I had to regard myself greater than what I was. In other words I had to fake it until I make it.

You stand your ground and you perform your art. That’s what the artist does. The artist is about perfection.

You can’t be disturbed by anything. There’s no emotion involved. You can’t feel sorrow, you can’t feel pity, there’s nothing you feel. The job has to be done.

My nature is to get instant gratification. On stage, I can feel everybody’s anticipation. I know what they want, I know what I’m going to give them, I know when I’m going to give it to them, I know when they want it.

The tempt for greatness is the biggest drug in the world.

Fighters are never who they appear to be.

My power is discombobulatingly devastating. It’s ludricrous these mortals even attempt to enter my realm.

Maybe if you didn’t care, you couldn’t be hurt.

Follow your heart, listen to your inner voice, stop caring about what others think.

Not on the score of modesty, but decency; for the care which some modest women take, making at the same time a display of that care, not to let their legs be seen, is as childish as immodest.

Society cares about the individual only in so far as he is profitable. The young know this. Their anxiety as they enter in upon social life matches the anguish of the old as they are excluded from it.

If the Negro is not careful he will drink in all the poison of modern civilization and die from the effects of it.

It is far better to render beings in your care competent than to protect them.

Who cares if you are the prime minister of Canada when someone else is the president of the United States?

I heard the universe whisper “take care of her”