“When a guy takes off his coat, he’s not going to fight. When a guy takes off his wristwatch, watch out!”

The only mystery in life is why the kamikaze pilots wore helmets.

I believe in a business boarding up early. If you make a mistake, you put the boards in the window of the store and say, “Hey, I made a mistake.

All love affairs end. Eventually the girl is gonna put curlers in her hair.

There’s no one who’s dropped on top of the mountain. You’ve got to work your way to the top.

So they should make a great effort, a Mount Everest type effort, to live up to their potential. Success is a communal type thing.

I want my team to have my personality: surly, obnoxious, and arrogant.

I just can’t recruit where there’s grass around.

They call me eccentric. They used to call me nuts. I haven’t changed.

I’m not saying that they were Einsteins; they were marginal students. But every ballplayer whoever touched me has moved up his station in life. And the players moved up my station.

Dean Meminger was quicker than 11:15 Mass at a seaside resort.

It’s a profession in which, the longer you stay, the closer you are to being fired.

Butch, you come from DeWitt Clinton. There are five thousand brothers in that school.

A box score does not properly represent the most important thing – team play. It shows some guy scoring 27 points, but it doesn’t show that my 27-point man let his guy score 30.

A team should be an extension of a coach’s personality. My teams are arrogant and obnoxious.

Most people zero in on their failures. I try to keep all my attention on a pyramid type philosophy rather than the averaging-down philosophy.

I don’t know why people question the academic training of an athlete.

I was raised in California, so this whole New York winter thing is completely new for me. I’ve already justified buying seven coats!

Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person’s mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

I see them in my audience all the time, with the fur coat, a woman whose hand is always out front, or the two fingers are on the cheek to show her diamond. I don’t have anything against that.

Culminating with a man in a white coat saying to one kindly, “And now can you tell me the name of the Prime Minister?”

At the drabber moments of my life (swilling some excrement from the steps, for instance, or rooting with a bent coat-hanger down a blocked sink) thoughts occur like.

We even used to rake the hippies over the coals. They were protesting the Vietnam War, but we took aspects of their culture and had fun with it.

The dark of my eyes, the fullness of my lips, and coal in my complexion.