To me, boxing is like a ballet, except there's no music, no choreography, and the dancers hit each other.

I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.

It takes a big man to cry. It takes an even bigger man to laugh at that man and an ever bigger man to ask why he is laughing.

I hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it.

It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man.

If you're in a war, instead of throwing a hand grenade at the enemy, throw one of those small pumpkins. Maybe it'll make everyone think how stupid war is, and while they are thinking, you can throw a real grenade at them.