But whatever happens, when you leave London you feel like a winner because it's a great venue and it's so nice to be there with all the guys.

I retired because I had a knee injury, my cartilage was wearing out, it was painful and I couldn't put in the four hours of practice each day that I needed to.

Anything is possible as long as you have the passion.

Suddenly in the end when it's over, you feel a big weight on your shoulders. That's the role of the captain. Unfortunately, it's sometimes like that in sport.

If you win, fine, if you don't, you try again next year.

When you are a professional sportsman all the guys are great competitors in the top 50.

You should just enjoy it, but as soon as you decide that it is going to be your career, no matter whether you want to be a doctor or an architect or anything else, you need to work 5 hours a day.

If you lived the doubles, as I did, which was very stressful, you are sitting down in a chair experiencing a match without being able to hold a racquet in your hands.

I think our strength is this strong relationship we have all together.

When we want to reach a dream for the second time, you want it to come true, when you try so hard, you are so close to achieving it, it makes things very difficult to live with afterwards.

When you are very little tennis should be fun, it should be a game.

School prepares you for the real world... which also bites.

For a woman's words to wound would require a man to listen first!

I just talk a lot, that's the problem.

There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh. Risu inepto res ineptior nulla est

The more a man follows nature, and is obedient to her laws, the longer he will live; the farther he deviates from these, the shorter will be his existence.

I've lived history. I've made history, and I know I'll have my place in history. That's not egoism.

Nobody stood by Jesus. Maybe nobody will stand by you. It's a lonely life, but it's a glorious life.

The Lord has redeemed all of us, all of us, with the Blood of Christ: all of us, not just Catholics. Everyone! 'Father, the atheists?' Even the atheists. Everyone!

Run your own race. Who cares what others are doing? The only question that matters is 'Am I progressing?'

Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and burst into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty.