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.

Wherever you see a man who gives someone else's corruption, someone else's prejudice as a reason for not taking action himself, you see a cog in The Machine that governs us.

There was a successful man who kind of had the world on a chain, so to speak, and there I was, not even a link of that chain, just a person who had no personality. And something in me just broke.

There's no reason in the world to suggest there was any justification for this turning into a knife fight.

It would do the world good if every man would compel himself occasionally to be absolutely alone. Most of the world's progress has come out of such loneliness.

Jeff is the first of his Olympic class to win a world title. He's a really terrific young man. A great sense of humor, a body carved out of marble and every fight he's in is exciting. He's another Holyfield, and like Evander, he is destined for great things.