I don't live in the past.

Winners, I am convinced, imagine their dreams first. They want it with all their heart and expect it to come true. There is, I believe, no other way to live.

When the game is over I just want to look at myself in the mirror, win or lose, and know I gave it everything I had.

Don't complain about not getting a chance and then be unprepared when you finally do.

Cause there's only one reason for doing anything that you set out to do. If you don't want to be the best, then there's no reason going out and trying to accomplish anything.

Confidence is a very fragile thing.

Yeah, it's nice to look up to people, but the more you try to be somebody else, the less you are of yourself.

Always be prepared to start.

Some guys practice like all-Americans but they can't play!

I started a business with two guys I played with, Ronnie Lott and Harris Barton: Champion Ventures, it's a fund of funds. We have $400 million or so under management.

In sports... you play from the time you're eight years old, and then you're done forever.

The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever.

The clean book bill will be one of the most immoral measures ever adopted. It will throw American art back into the junk heap.

Despite your best efforts, not everyone wants to be helped. Make a difference where you can and be at peace with the rest.

If more than 10% of the people like a painting, you can be sure it's bad.

Danger arouses interest. Where death is involved, the vilest criminal invariably stirs a little compassion.

Hell begins the day that God grants you the vision to see all that you could have done, should have done, and would have done, but did not do.

A mode of knowledge rooted in silence and intuitive insight which gives meaning to life but which cannot be explained in rational terms.

You ever dip your biscuit in your tea and it breaks. I swear now, you never get used to that.

I eat everything. I'm just an eater. If it's free, I honestly eat everything.

In a cool solitude of trees Where leaves and birds a music spin, Mind that was weary is at ease, New rhythms in the soul begin.