The sport of volleyball will never give you something that you can't handle; whether you do handle it is another question.

Volleyball is like going to church ... many attend, but few understand.

Profit by your own mistakes and profit by the mistakes of others. The referees were calling ball handling violations like they were getting commissions.

There are three choices in life and sport - either you do it, you don't do it or you think about it. Most humans think about it. We will do it.

Play your heart out each game, so you can look your teammates in the eyes and ask, without saying it, 'I played full out, did you?'

Never mishandle hope or self-confidence - those are elements of life, not just a game.

Good players win volleyball games for you, not tall players.

Never back down, never fear anyone, for the best opponents will help you to play your best.

Too many players are so afraid to do anything that they seldom venture to do anything.

Most of us are referees at heart; we like to call throws and errors on someone else.

Being left-handed has its advantages in volleyball. Few people know enough about your spike and serve to give you advice.

You don't have to wait until something or someone is gone to appreciate the true value

Every author loves to read his own words.

All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.

Everything I buy is vintage and smells funny. Maybe that's why I don't have a boyfriend.

Practice until it becomes boring, then practice until it becomes beautiful.

With every job you get more comfortable, you do better, you're more confident.

Is there something inside of you that is favoring peace? Because if there is, then congratulations: you are a human being. You have just reached, and felt, your most fundamental want.

This I can report from the front lines: life never calms down long enough for us to wait until tomorrow to start living the lives we deserve.

In the same way Marxism robs workers of ambition, Feminism robs men and women of love.

A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.