Boxing is a poor man’s sport. It’s a sport that demands your outright respect. Most people look at boxing or any contact sport and say, “Wow, I couldn’t do that,” because they don’t possess the thing inside of us that makes us go through pain. It takes something to activate that. That’s what separates fighters […]
Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.
In time of sickness the soul collects itself anew.
This too shall pass – just like a kidney stone.
Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other.
Man endures pain as an undeserved punishment; woman accepts it as a natural heritage.
It is not true that suffering ennobles the character; happiness does that sometimes, but suffering, for the most part, makes men petty and vindictive.
All fits of pleasure are balanced by an equal degree of pain or languor; it is like spending this year part of the next year’s revenues.
Time heals old pain, while it creates new ones.
It is almost the definition of a gentleman to say that he is one who never inflicts pain.