“Recruiting is the one thing I hate. I won’t do it unless my coaches tell me I’ve just got to. The whole process is kind of undignified for me and the young man.”

In a crisis, don’t hide behind anything or anybody. They’re going to find you anyway.

People who are in it for their own good are individualists. They don’t share the same heartbeat that makes a team so great. A great unit, whether it be football or any organization, shares the same heartbeat.

It’s not the will to win that matters-everyone has that. It’s the will to prepare to win that matters.

If it is worth playing, it is worth paying the price to win.

If wanting to win is a fault, as some of my critics seem to insist, then I plead guilty. I like to win. I know no other way. It’s in my blood.

There’s no use fussing on a boy who doesn’t have any ability.

The fun never goes out, but it changes with the years, with winning and losing.

I told them my system was based on the “ant plan,” that I’d gotten the idea watching a colony of ants in Africa during the war. A whole bunch of ants working toward a common goal.

You’re still going to win with preparation and dedication and plain old desire. If you don’t have genuine desire, you won’t be dedicated enough to prepare properly.

In my lifetime, I may have put too much emphasis on winning, because here I am an old man and the only fun I’ve had is winning, and that’s ridiculous.

Mama wanted me to be a preacher. I told her coachin’ and preachin’ were a lot alike.

I’m no miracle man. I guarantee nothing but hard work.

I tell young players who want to be coaches, who think they can put up with all the headaches and heartaches, can you live without it? If you can live without it, don’t get in it.

Never be too proud to get down on your knees and pray.

I’ve made so many mistakes that if I don’t make the same mistakes over, we’re going to come pretty close to winning.

There’s a lot of blood, sweat, and guts between dreams and success.

And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.

Something that I’ve learned to love about myself is my freckles. I used to absolutely hate them; I even looked into ways I could get them removed.

Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.

I hate a liar. Maybe because I’m such a good one myself, heh? Anyway, to find someone has told an out and out lie puts him on the other side of the fence from me for all time.

I hate myself on the screen. I want to die. My voice is either too high or too gravelly. I want to dive under the carpet. I’d love to be tall and willowy. I’m short.

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

Sometimes you want to give up the guitar, you’ll hate the guitar. But if you stick with it, you’re gonna be rewarded.

One of the great conditions of anger and hatred is, that you must tell and believe lies against the hated object, in order, as we said, to be consistent.