You start living for the obsession alone ... You want to arrive somewhere regardless of whether you're enjoying the road or not.
Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness.
My target is to give everything, and only if we win the trophies will I be relaxed.
Vanity is easily duped. Ambition, not.
Whatever I engage in, I must push inordinately.
I expect to win. I've never been content with anything I've ever done.
I am enslaved to my work, always wanting the impossible, and never, I believe, have I been less favoured by the endlessly changeable weather.
The trouble with being number one in the world - in anything- is that it takes a certain mentality to attain that position, and that is something of a driving, perfectionist attitude, so that once you do achieve number one, you don't relax and enjoy it.
Working 24 hours a day isn't enough anymore. You have to be willing to sacrifice everything to be successful, including your personal life, your family life, maybe more. If people think it's any less, they're wrong, and they will fail.
They [i.e. ambitious men] may not cease, but as a dog in a wheel, a bird in a cage, or a squirrel in a chain, so Budaeus compares them; they climb and climb still, with much labour, but never make an end, never at the top.
It is the constant fault and inseparable evil quality of ambition, that it never looks behind it.
You can't get bored of winning. You can win 10 games in a row but you keep the same will to snatch the 11th. You always need more.
