“Sometimes, a defeat can be more beautiful and satisfying than certain victories. The English have a point in insisting that it matters not who won or lost, but how you played the game.”

My humanity, in common with all of God’s children, gives the greatest flight to my full range of my possibilities.

Later, I discovered there was a lot of work to being good in tennis.

Do not feel sorry for me if I am gone.

You really are never playing an opponent. You are playing yourself.

Start where you are, use what you have.

You’ve got to make a lot of sacrifices and spend a lot of time if you really want to achieve with this sport, or in any sport, or in anything truly worthwhile.

Fear isn’t an excuse to come to a standstill. It’s the impetus to step up and strike.

From what we get, we can make a living; what we give, however, makes a life.

Fear isn’t an excuse to come to a standstill. It’s the impetus to step up and strike.

There is a syndrome in sports called ‘paralysis by analysis.’

Throughout my formal education I spent many, many hours in public and school libraries. Libraries became courts of last resort, as it were. The current definitive answer to almost any question can be found within the four walls of most libraries.

I have always drawn strength from being close to home.

Every time you win, it diminishes the fear a little bit. You never really cancel the fear of losing; you keep challenging it.

The best way to judge a life is to ask yourself, “Did I make the best use of the time I had?

A wise person decides slowly but abides by these decisions.

Drummed into me, above all, by my dad, by the whole family, was that without your good name, you would be nothing.

I’ve been out with some extremely beautiful women who have had no sex appeal whatsoever. It really is a lot more than skin deep.

I just hope people see that if God can do something beautiful with my broken pieces, then God truly has a plan for each and everyone of us.

A frowning face can’t bring out the beauty that you are.

Scars are beautiful when we see them as glorious reminders that we courageously survived.

One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.

When you start falling for somebody and you can’t stop thinking about when you’re going to see them again, I love that. Women are beautiful. They deserve to be cherished and respected.

She’s a beautiful wildness on fire.

She has a choice. She can either accept a life of misery or she can struggle against it. And she chooses to struggle…she fails in the end but there’s something beautiful and even heroic in her rebellion.