He's special, he's in his own world. I see a young man that basically rises to the occasion. He jumps with the crowd. He wants the crowd to get involved with him.

The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other.

This is a message for possibly the best supporters in the world. We need a 12th man. Where are you? Where are you?

There is hardly anything in the world that some man cannot make a little worse and sell a little cheaper, and the people who consider price only are this man's lawful prey.

Man lives in a world of surmise, of mystery, of uncertainties.

The reason for the slow progress of the world seems to lie in a single fact. Every man is born under the yoke, and grows up beneath the oppressions of his age.