No ones got it all.

The hero is one who kindles a great light in the world, who sets up blazing torches in the dark streets of life for men to see by.

I have heroes. People who make me laugh, who keep me caring, who make me smile and be beyond happy when i'm with them. These are my heroes.

"Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happy - common clay, if you like - eating, breeding, working, counting their pennies; people who just live; ordinary people; people you can't imagine dead. And then there are the others - the noble ones, the heroes. The ones you can quite well imagine lying shot, pale and tragic; one minute triumphant with a guard of honor, and the next being marched away between two gendarmes."
-- Jean Anouilh