You can find flaws in Agassi and Sampras, but Federer has none.

Everybody is smarter from outside of the court.

It's like love. When you look too hard, you don't find it. When you let it happen naturally, it comes.

If you're losing, just be a man; be a man and lose as a man.

Everything is possible in this life.

It's a pity that the tennis is really going down the drain. Every year it's getting worse and worse and worse. There has to be a radical change, and I hope it will be really soon.

We live because of the dreams.

My friend, there is nothing so sexy as a woman who is angry. Perhaps when she is even throwing things.

I could be the best looking guy in the Duma, but that's only because all the other guys are over 60.

I can improve it a little bit. But it's my head, it's the way I am. So at the end of the day, I will be who I am and I will win how much I can win.

Today I break racquets for tomorrow we die.

Our love for our country is worth nothing if it deprives us of our sense of humanity, if it destroys positive consensus.

Victorious troops are those who kill more, and here we were the victims. This put the finishing touch to our demoralisation. The soldiers had lost conviction long ago. Now they lost confidence.

I think the wealthiest people in America are doing phenomenally well, 52 percent of all new income generated today goes to the top 1 percent.

You get too old to lose. When you were a young guy, you bounced back from losses.

The post office says they're raising the price of stamps by one cent because they need to upgrade their equipment. Apparently, they're going from semi-automatics to uzis.

Service to mankind must ever be the ideal of this great university. It was established in the name of Jesus Christ, who gave his life that all men might live.

I have a lot of Japanese friends: I grew up in Vancouver, and there's this huge Japanese population over there.

If you don't shut up, how can I answer your questions!

The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth's dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.

Take off your rubber and there's one more inside her, it's not yours, who can it be?