“The trouble with retirement is that you never get a day off.”

Finish last in your league and they call you idiot. Finish last in medical school and they call you doctor.

Coaches who shoot par in the summer are the guys I want on my schedule in the winter.

They wanted to buy out my contract, but I couldn’t make change for a $20, so they had to let me stay.

Damn referees, I’ll miss them less than anybody.

You always catch the wrong players.

If I make a set of rules, then a guy goes out and steals an airplane. He comes back and says, ‘It wasn’t in the rules.’

Hell no. When I die I want to be sick.

I don’t have any tricky plays. I’d rather have tricky players.

I don’t understand these new coaches who don’t drink. What do they do when they get beat?

Doctors bury their mistakes, but mine are still on scholarship.

You may be big in New York, but in Walters, Oklahoma, you’re nobody.

You mean in the state?

I’d rather be a football coach. That way you only lose eleven games a year.

We did have three go to the YMCA.

Playing the game for money produces the proper professional attitude. It inculcates the lunch-pail state of mind that shows up for work despite rain or snow or dark of night and slugs it out day after day.

With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.

There are people who have let the problems of today lead them to conclude that for them life is not the way.

It took a lot of time and constant feedback to realize what wasn’t working in my life, and it will be an ongoing journey until the day I die.

He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.

She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.

Every single day we’re cultivating a spirit!

Learn to ask, “If this is the only thing I accomplish today, will I be satisfied with my day?”