I've already told you: the only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure.

The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.

You wander from room to room hunting for the diamond necklace that is already around your neck!

In politics$$$ nothing happens by accident. If it happens$$$ you can bet it was planned that way.

Men are not prisoners of fate$$$ but only prisoners of their own minds.

A rose trapped inside a fist.

Do not shine like jade$$$ instead be humble like a rock.

The most important thing for a young man is to establish a credit . . . a reputation$$$ character.

We are not old men. We are not worried about petty morals.

Different creeds are but different paths to reach the same God.