“You’re safer in the race car than you are in cars going to and from the track.”

In NASCAR, you can do a lot of banging around and get pretty serious and even get yourself upside down.

If you go off the road, you’re into somebody’s shop-window or front porch.

Motor racing is like one big family, ultimately, and when you come back to it, that’s really what it feels like.

I’ve driven just about every kind of car there is.

I count my blessings every day, quite honestly, because I take nothing for granted.

If the Indy Racing League didn’t have the Indianapolis 500, do you think it would have lasted more than six months? No chance.

It seemed like whenever I got a bona fide offer from Ferrari, I couldn’t do it. And vice versa – when I was ready, their seats were taken.

Every NASCAR driver watches Formula One in the morning; they are well informed.

When you start thinking you may get hurt, it’s time to get out of racing.

You do the best you can with what’s thrown at you, then you try again.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with the expansion to countries like Asia, China, Malaysia.

You see people in the left lane, and as long as they are on the speed limit, they stay there. Get in the right lane and let people pass you.

I wanted to have a career that would last a hundred years if possible.

Nothing compares to the Indianapolis 500.

The most important thing at Daytona is, are you going to have friends willing to work with you during the race as far as drafting?

As far as I’m concerned, Parnelli Jones was the greatest driver of his era. He had aggressiveness and also a finesse that no one else possessed. And he won with everything he put his hands on, including off-road.

Families, friends and communities often find a source of courage rising up from within. Indeed, sadly, it seems that it is tragedy that often draws out the most and the best from the human spirit.

His looking at it from over there and it not being a part of his history made it so he could be objective.

Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass.

I don’t believe in pressure. Pressure is when you don’t know where your next meal is coming from.

Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.

Beware not the enemy from ‘without’ but the enemy from ‘within’.

It doesn’t matter if you come from the inner city. People who fail in life are people who find lots of excuses. It’s never too late for a person to recognize that they have potential in themselves.

Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.