“I always breathe cricket.”

Try and understand: cricket was played by Commonwealth countries only; now it has started in other countries as well, and I am proud of that.

When I was a boy, cricket was very, very English. Anyone who spoke English and anyone from a big town could play. And that was it.

Spirituality lies in what you do and how you do it and not what result you get.

People never expected a boy from a small town to have a life like I did.

The next generation has always been and will be better than the previous one. If it is not, then the world would not be moving forward.

Maybe a day will come when we may have to just put on a pair of glasses and see sports events.

As a sportsman, my aim was to help sportspersons grow. The idea is to see what is good for sport rather than what’s good for individuals.

Let me clarify it through the national news agency that I am not joining Aam Aadmi Party. There has been reports that I will be officially joining AAP, but I can assure you that nothing of that sort is happening.

If you play good cricket, a lot of bad things get hidden.

I don’t look into negative things. Go past mistakes and look forward.

I feel that World Cup cricket should be played like football in which all the 160 countries take part. If only a handful of countries are going to keep on playing in the World Cup without making the game popular, I will be a sad man.

I wasn’t a ladies’ man.

Fast bowling is an art, like spin bowling.

The biggest test for any cricketer in England is the weather.

I, as a cricketer, would like to see 100 counties playing top-flight cricket, just like tennis and football. If I am alive to see that, I will be very happy.

If I can teach cricket overseas, why wouldn’t I do so in my own country?

When God breathes He breathes on hard-hearted people.

A true leader always keeps an element of surprise up his sleeve, which others cannot grasp but which keeps his public excited and breathless.

I bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.

I waited, quietly listened, cupped my ear to your mouth, but silence echoed grievously in the absence of sound. It was only warm breath and then emptiness.

Worship is when we give God His breath back.

Manners are of more importance than laws. Manners are what vex or soothe, corrupt or purify, exalt or debase, barbarize or refine us, by a constant, steady, uniform, insensible operation, like that of the air we breathe.

Sundays are for moving gently, breathing softly, and living slowly.

Every Christian became a missionary the moment God breathed his Spirit into him or her.