I don't want to age myself.

I really think a champion is defined not by their wins but by how they can recover when they fall

The success of every woman should be the inspiration to another. We should raise each other up. Make sure you're very courageous: be strong, be extremely kind, and above all be humble.

I am lucky that whatever fear I have inside me, my desire to win is always stronger.

Luck has nothing to do with it, because I have spent many, many hours, countless hours, on the court working for my one moment in time, not knowing when it would come.

We're sisters, we're roommates, we're all that.

I don't like to lose-at anything... Yet I've grown most not from victories, but setbacks. If winning is God's reward, then losing is how he teaches us.

Everyone's dream can come true if you just stick to it and work hard.

You have to believe in yourself when no one else does.

I always believe I can beat the best, achieve the best. I always see myself in the top position.

Think of all the girls who could become top athletes but quit sports because they're afraid of having too many defined muscles and being made fun of or called unattractive.

But don't ever forget: adultery is also biblical grounds for forgiveness, healing, and restoration.

The words of the Buddha offer this truth: ∼ Hatred never ceases by hatred but by love alone is healed.

Never despair but if you do work on in despair.

A Unitarian very earnestly disbelieves what everyone else believes.

You are always born under the wrong sign, and to live in this world properly you have to rewrite your own horoscope day by day.

Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.

It is a reading age, a preaching age, a working age, but it is not a praying age.

When the machine grinds to a halt, the cogs themselves begin wondering about their function.

Your vanity and my vanity will never be friends.

I simply write what I want, wish, long to write.... The state of human life and the god or demon within. The constant internal war that being alive can conjure.