“I think its so good for boxing when a new guy or new blood as we call it, makes a big statement.”

It’s great to reminisce about good memories of my past. It was enjoyable when it was today.

Everybody wants to be somebody. The thing you have to do is give them confidence they can. You have to give a kid a dream.

If something is worth doing, it is worth doing right. I take that one step further. You shouldn’t do anything unless you do it right.

Changing your nature is the hardest thing to do. But I discovered that you can be who you choose to be.

I want to keep fighting because it’s the only thing that keeps me out of the hamburger joints. If I don’t fight, I’ll eat this planet.

I hope to have one more boxing match at the age of 55. Given that demographic at the age of 55 to 65, you’ve got to make a statement with your life. Otherwise, you are just existing.

If you want to be obsessed to be your best, you must get ride of the negative things that are weighing you down.

Growing up poor, I didn’t even have a lunch to take to school.

I’ve seen George Foreman shadow boxing and the shadow won.

Evil lurks where disappointment lodges.

Being angry and resentful of someone is like letting them live rent-free in your head.

Nobody can do everything well, so learn how to delegate responsibility to other winners and then hold them accountable for their decisions.

Without appreciation and respect for other people, true leadership becomes ineffective, if not impossible.

Read the Bible; it is your roadmap through life.

As a child I was sometimes so hungry that I used to dream that one day I’d get locked in a grocery store.

I get up in the morning looking for an adventure.

I have often endeavoured to view the circulation of the blood in terrestrial animals, but without success, by reason that no parts of their bodies were sufficiently transparent.

I have divers times endeavoured to see and to know, what parts the Blood consists of; and at length I have observ’d, taking some Blood out of my own hand, that it consists of small round globuls driven through a Crystalline humidity or water.

It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

When mighty roast beef was the Englishman’s food It ennobled our hearts and enriched our blood– Our soldiers were brave and our courtiers were good. Oh! the roast beef of England. And Old England’s roast beef.

Blood is the god of war’s rich livery.

Masks beneath masks until suddenly the bare bloodless skull.

Tear me open and I will bleed in your name. My heart aches from your absence, but in the aching and breaking is where my art is born.

Tear me apart cut open my flesh, until I bleed out just like the rest of the mess.