I am a guy who likes to do what I am doing with passion, whether it's a soccer match with friends or golf.

The glory is being happy. The glory is not winning here or winning there. The glory is enjoying practicing, enjoy every day, enjoying to work hard, trying to be a better player than before.

Losing is not my enemy..fear of losing is my enemy.

The only way of finding a solution is to fight back, to move, to run, and to control that pressure.

If somebody says I am better than Roger, I think this person doesn't know anything about tennis.

I play each point like my life depends on it.

I learned during all my career to enjoy suffering.

You have to accept both losing and winning well. I've stayed calm when I'm winning and I've stayed calm when I've lost.

I always had the theory that the most important thing is be happy, enjoy what are you doing, and be fresh mentally.

Anyone could become a star, but everyone must be a human being.

I always work with a goal - and the goal is to improve as a player and a person. That, finally, is the most important thing of all.

For our generation walks as in Hades, without the divine.

I fall in love every day. Not with people but with situations.

Perhaps here we have a clue to the reason why royal rule used to exist formerly, namely the difficulty of finding enough men of outstanding virtue.

But when I start to kiss someone - lust is the easiest emotion to generate.

I like Stevie Wonder. I usually wind up playing the same old tapes in the car.

She looked back as well as she could; but it was all confusion. She had taken up the idea, she supposed and made everything bend to it.

By not knowing, not hoping to know and not acting like we know what's happening, we begin to access our inner strength.

There is more value in a little study of humility and in a single act of it than in all the knowledge in the world.

Old custom is hard to break and scarce any man will be led otherwise than seemeth good unto himself.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.