I started training with school friends and, one by one, they all dropped out. When we became teenagers, it seemed more exciting to go shopping at weekends. My mum told me not to worry about what my friends were doing and to stick at it.

I grew up with my friends, wrestling around, imitating guys like Eddie Guerrero, Rey Mysterio, Chris Jericho, Dean Malenko.

My father was a negative person. He actually taught me to be negative, if that makes any sense. I remember him saying: 'You know there's no point in expecting anything good to happen because it won't.' I grew up in such a negative atmosphere.

He taught me literature, and he actually taught me how to read. He was my personal mentor.

For there is no bond more lasting than that formed by the mutual confidences of that magic time when youth is slipping from the sheath of childhood and beginning to wonder what lies for it beyond those misty hills that bound the golden road.

every girl, whose ideals are high and pure, wields over her friends; an influence which would endure as long as she was faithful to those ideals and which she would as certainly lose if she were ever false to them.

He watched over word and thought and deed as jealously as if her clear eyes were to pass judgement on it... She held over him the unconscious influence that every girl, whose ideals are high and pure, wields over her friends; an influence that would endure as long as she was faithful to those ideals and which she would certainly lose if she were ever false to them.

And be very careful what friends you make. You never know what sort of creatures are in them colleges. Outwardly they may be as whited sepulchers and inwardly as ravening wolves, that's what.

(After listening to people gripe and complain just smile and remember) Crows can't hang with eagles.

once upon a time all the rivers combined to protest against the action of the sea in making their waters salt. When we come to you, sad they to the sea, we are sweet and drinkable; but when once we have mingled with you, our waters become as briny and unpalatable as your own. The sea replied shortly, Keep away from me, and you'll remain sweet.

A man is known by the company he keeps.

There is no better way of coming to be aware of what one feels oneself than by trying to recreate in oneself what a master has felt.