A few minutes ago, I had a hard time getting through the lobby because of all the people. After today, that won't be happening.

It's not the will to win that matters-everyone has that. It's the will to prepare to win that matters.

You never know how a horse will pull until you hook him to a heavy load.

Don't give up at half time. Concentrate on winning the second half.

Never quit. It is the easiest cop-out in the world. Set a goal and don't quit until you attain it. When you do attain it, set another goal, and don't quit until you reach it. Never quit.

Sure, I'd love to beat Notre Dame, don't get me wrong. But nothing matters more than beating that cow college on the other side of the state!

There is a big difference in wanting to and willing to.

Never be too proud to get down on your knees and pray.

I make my practices real hard because if a player is a quitter, I want him to quit in practice, not in a game.

Little things make the difference. Everyone is well prepared in the big things, but only the winners perfect the little things.

The first time you quit, it's hard. The second time, it gets easier. The third time, you don't even have to think about it.

Fantasy, if it's really convincing, can't become dated, for the simple reason that it represents a flight into a dimension that lies beyond the reach of time.

You only live once, but can be born twice. Then, you can live forever.

On planes I always cry. Something about altitude, the lack of oxygen and the bad movies. I cried over a St. Bernard movie once on a plane. That was really embarrassing.

In the trial of Saddam Hussein on Tuesday, witnesses emotionally testified about the abuse the former dictator inflicted on them. Afterward, a tearful Saddam said, 'Ah, good times.'

Everyone must correct his own self; this is something more difficult to cope with, but it is not impossible.

The universe is like a pension plan. It will match your investment.

The greatest acting really is spoken without words, or at least I like to think that.

What I meant was, you looked happier in the pictures.

In Constantinople, more Christians were slaughtered by Christians in the years 342-343 than by all the persecutions by pagans in the history of Rome.

. . . unfortunately, we can't control the actions of everyone.