I think a lot of blue collar people related to me because a lot of people work for their money.

A winner is someone who recognizes his God-given talents, works his tail off to develop them into skills, and uses these skills to accomplish his goals.

Push yourself again and again. Don't give an inch until the final buzzer sounds.

Don't let winning make you soft. Don't let losing make you quit. Don't let your teammates down in any situation.

I've got a theory that if you give 100% all of the time, somehow things will work out in the end.

I learned what my weaknesses were and I went out the next day to turn those weaknesses intro strengths.

My coach told me, "Larry, no matter how much you work at it, there's always someone out there who's working just a little harder - if you take 150 practice shots, he's taking 200." And that drove me.

I wasn't real quick, and I wasn't real strong. Some guys will just take off and it's like, whoa. So I beat them with my mind and my fundamentals.

There are many times when you are better off practicing than playing; but most people just don't understand that

I don't think that once you get to one level, you can relax. You've got to keep pushing.

You're all playin' for second place.

Time after time during the next six months, he would put me together again.

The only way to get to know people is to look beyond their physical appearances.

The problem, of course, is that there's no way of knowing that your last good day is your Last Good Day. At the time, it's just another good day.

Music is my religion.

It is well said that neglected prayer is the birth-place of all evil.

Happy the man whom indulgent fortune allows to pay to virtue what he owes to nature, and to make a generous gift of what must otherwise be ravished from him by cruel necessity.

At the dawn of the 19th century, the country was awakening to its enormous scope and variety.

I can hear you and I can watch your mouth move, and then I put together the sounds and the visual image and I can understand the words as I integrate the two signals.

Nothing so casts down the manly mind from it's height as the fondling of women and those bodily contacts which belong to the married state.

My first instinct is to push you until you break just to see how hard I have to press.