As a rule, the man who can do all things equally well is a very mediocre individual.
I don’t have time to worry about something as petty as what I look like.
I don't want to be on the cover of Playboy or Vogue.
I think no matter what you look like, the key is to first of all be happy with yourself. And then you know if you want to try to improve things that you don't like about yourself, then do it after your appreciate yourself.
So is it over is this really it You've given up so easily I thought you loved me more than this
I am quite loud and bolshie. I'm a big personality. I walk into a room, big and tall and loud.
I've never had a problem with the way I look. I'd rather go for lunch with my friends than go to a gym.
The only way I'm going to get a gold glove is with a can of spray paint.
I wonder if it's ever really possible to know the truth about someone else, or if the best we can do is just stumble into each other, heads down, hoping to avoid collision. I. . . wonder how many people are clutching secrets like little fists, little rocks sitting in the pits of their stomachs. All of them, maybe.
First, have a definite, clear practical ideal; a goal, an objective. Second, have the necessary means to achieve your ends; wisdom, money, materials, and methods. Third, adjust all your means to that end.
I'm not impersonating anybody. I'm perfectly satisfied with what I am.