“If you do it right, it can open all kinds of inner doors.”

I don’t compete with other discus throwers. I compete with my own history.

There’s no substitute for work. There are no shortcuts. There are no secrets.

It’s competing that matters. It’s proving that there is a place for guys like me in sports. It’s a persona challenge to extend myself.

Competition in its best form is a test of self. It has nothing to do with medals.

To exercise at or near capacity is the best way I know of reaching a true introspective state.

So what if I never win my fifth gold medal; It’s only one end of the string.

As long as I can concentrate and remain somewhat calm, I can normally do very well.

The winner is the person who gets the most out of themselves.

I don’t think the discus will ever attract any interest until they let us start throwing them at one another.

The coming of honor or disgrace must be a reflection of one’s inner power.

I grew up in the inner city of Chicago, and then I moved to Robbins, and it kind of raised me.

A mien which seems to say, “You are looking at somebody now.” For this inner sense of worth that comes with being in love does not seem to depend essentially on whether the love is returned or not.

There is no authentic inner freedom that does not, sooner or later, also affect and change human history.

Happy people build their inner world; unhappy people blame their outer world.

My inner world creates my outer world.

Frequently the enemy entices Christians to harbor an unforgiving spirit – a very common symptom indeed among God’s children. Such bitterness and fault-finding and enmity inflict a severe blow upon spiritual life.

Whatever results you’re getting, be they rich or poor, good or bad, positive or negative, always remember that your outer world is simply a reflection of your inner world. If things aren’t going well in your outer life, it’s because things aren’t going well in your inner life. It’s that simple.