Love proves itself by deeds, so how am I to show my love? Great deeds are forbidden me. The only way I can prove my love is by scattering flowers, and these flowers are every little sacrifice, every glance and word, and the doing of the least actions for love.
I understood that the Church had a Heart, and that this Heart was burning with love.
I have always wanted to become a saint. Unfortunately, when I have compared myself with the saints, I have always found that there is the same difference between the saints and me as there is between a mountain whose summit is lost in the clouds and a humble grain of sand trodden underfoot by passers-by.
I feel in me the vocation of the Priest. I have the vocation of the Apostle. Martyrdom was the dream of my youth, and this dream has grown with me. Considering the mystical body of the Church, I desired to see myself in them all.
One must be of one’s own time.
Photography imitates everything and expresses nothing.
I care more about my pipe than about fame and honors.
I start everything 25 times over.
The greater the difficulty, the more the glory in surmounting it.
Skillful pilots gain their reputation from storms and tempest.
I was lucky to come from a difficult area. It teaches you not just about football but also life. There were lots of kids from different races and poor families. People had to struggle to get through the day.
I am supposed to set an example to young players.
It’s the first time it’s happened to me and maybe the last. It’s a strange sensation, not normal for me. I can’t remember scoring three goals, even when I was a kid.
I love Madrid. I am happy to be here. I have been here three years and hope to be here longer. But I am proud of where I come from and never forget the people I grew up with.
It doesn’t matter how many times you win an award, it is always very special.
I’m very inspired by him-it was my father who taught us that an immigrant must work twice as hard as anybody else, that he must never give up.
I am proud of where I come from and never forget the people I grew up with. Wherever I go, La Castellane is where I want to go back to.
It was my father who taught us that an immigrant must work twice as hard as anybody else, that he must never give up.
The England team must always be respected. They always fight to the end.
Music was important. Football was the easy part.
Life is full of regrets, but it doesn’t pay to look back.
I am first of all from La Castellane and Marseille.
My passion for the game comes from the city of Marseille itself. Unfortunately I can’t go back there as much I want to because I play a lot here and abroad.
Sometimes words are harder than blows.