Do I believe in superheroes? No, the older I have gotten, the more I have fallen in love with the idea that not the extraordinary or the supernatural has merely been imbued with human characteristics, rather the idea that within humanity lies the greatness. My heroes have always been real people.

Great men often are like great trees, in reaching for the sky they climb ever higher, paying no heed to the comforting shade they provide below.

“It is not fine clothes, expensive jewels or great titles that ennoble men, its rather men that ennoble clothes, shiny rocks, and names.”