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I Knew I Was A Winner Back In The Late Sixties. I Knew I Was Destined For Great Things. People Will Say That Kind Of Thinking Is Totally Immodest. I Agree. Modesty Is Not A Word That Applies To Me In Any Way - I Hope It Never Will.

The C**k Isn't A Muscle So It Doesn't Grow In Relation To The Shoulders, Say, Or The Pectorals. You Can't Make It Bigger Through Exercise, That's For Sure.

It Doesn't Matter What Party You Come From. The Key Thing Is That You Work On Behalf Of The People Rather Than On Behalf Of The Party.

You Don't Really See A Muscle As A Part Of You, In A Way. You See It As A Thing. You Look At It As A Thing And You Say Well This Thing Has To Be Built A Little Longer, The Bicep Has To Be Longer; Or The Tricep Has To Be Thicker Here In The Elbow Area. And You Look At It And It Doesn't Even Seem To Belong To You. Like A Sculpture. Then After Looking At It A Sculptor Goes In With His Thing And Works A Little Bit, And You Do Maybe Then Some Extra Forced Reps To Get This Lower Part Out. You Form It. Just Like A Sculpture.

Learned Helplessness Is The Giving-up Reaction, The Quitting Response That Follows From The Belief That Whatever You Do Doesn't Matter.