I won 1,098 games, and eight national championships, and coached in four different decades. But what I see are not the numbers. I see their faces.

God doesn’t take things away to be cruel. He takes things away to make room for other things. He takes things away to lighten us. He takes things away so we can fly.

Here's how I'm going to beat you. I'm going to outwork you. That's it. That's all there is to it.

It is what it is. But, it will be what you make it.

You can't always be the most talented person in the room. But you can be the most competitive

Attitude is a choice. Think positive thoughts daily. Believe in yourself.

No one feels strong when she examines her own weakness. But in facing weakness, you learn how much there is in you, and you find real strength.

Discipline helps you finish a job, and finishing is what separates excellent work from average work.

Offense sells tickets, defense wins games, rebounding wins championships.

Admit to and make yourself accountable for mistakes. How can you improve if you're never wrong?

When you choose to be a competitor you choose to be a survivor. When you choose to compete, you make the conscious decision to find out what your real limits are, not just what you think they are.

If you build a wall they won't come.

Read a short story every day. By the end of the week you would have read volumes of stories.

Classic of '43. Don't knock it. A Vintage year.

No better school invented yet than the school of loneliness in the matters of understanding our deep-self!

Accept what makes you happy and pay no attention to fearful beliefs no matter who they come from.

That's what I want. Honest loyalty.

All writers, I think, are to one extent or another, damaged people. Writing is our way of repairing ourselves.

What is a disaster for most is an opportunity for a few.

You have a wonderful organization. I understand you have ten thousand here. And if you count the ones in the various federal prisons, it brings your total membership up to around thirty thousand.

And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,-alas! too few.