Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks
I dont care what other people think as long as I am happy. The day I die or retire, I have blown all my chances because I dont have the chance any more to change my image as an F1 driver. – Sebastian Vettel