“I’ve made so many mistakes that if I don’t make the same mistakes over, we’re going to come pretty close to winning.”

I’ll put you through hell, but at the end of it all we’ll be champions.

It’s kind of hard to rally around a math class.

I’d like for people to remember me as a winner, because I ain’t never been nothin but a winner.

You win games with your strengths, not your weaknesses.

I’ll never give up on a player regardless of his ability as long as he never gives up on himself. In time he will develop.

No coach has ever won a game by what he knows; it’s what his players know that counts.

I’m no innovator. If anything I’m a stealer, or borrower. I’ve stolen or borrowed from more people than you can shake a stick at.

In order to have a winner, the team must have a feeling of unity; every player must put the team first ahead of personal glory.

Have a plan. Follow the plan, and you’ll be surprised how successful you can be. Most people don’t have a plan. That’s why it’s easy to beat most folks.

If anything goes bad, I did it. If anything goes semi-good, we did it. If anything goes real good, then you did it. That’s all it takes to get people to win football games for you.

Sacrifice. Work. Self-discipline. I teach these things, and my boys don’t forget them when they leave.

There is a big difference in wanting to and willing to.

I can reach a kid who doesn’t have any ability as long as he doesn’t know it.

Football games are generally won by the boys with the greatest desire.

The first time you quit, it’s hard. The second time, it gets easier. The third time, you don’t even have to think about it.

There is no substitute for guts.

Most of conflicts and tensions are due to language. Don’t pay so much attention to the words. In love’s country, language doesn’t have its place. Love’s mute.

If people think they can elicit from me whatever terms they want, they are mistaken.

You learn from your mistakes.

No more excuses. I can’t blame anything on my parents. I’m responsible for my mistakes and my choices.

A man can sleep around, no questions asked, but if a woman makes nineteen or twenty mistakes she’s a tramp.

I can’t listen to my own voice, I don’t like it. You see all your mistakes when you hear your voice. You see all your imperfections.

Whoever recounts to you the faults of your neighbour will doubtless expose your defects to others.

My mistakes tell me I am quite human, but my brief flashes of brilliance tell me I am divine, too.