“All I know is, I don’t want to stop coaching, and I don’t want to stop winning, so we’re gonna break the record unless I die.”

Don’t worry about making friends; don’t worry about making enemies. Worry about winning, because if you win, your enemies can’t hurt you, and if you lose, your friends can’t stand you.

You take those little rascals, talk to them good, pat them on the back, let them think they are good, and they will go out and beat the biguns.

Show class, have pride, and display character. If you do, winning takes care of itself.

Don’t give up at half time. Concentrate on winning the second half.

They say I teach brutal football, but the only thing brutal about football is losing.

In a crisis, don’t hide behind anything or anybody. They’re going to find you anyway.

People who are in it for their own good are individualists. They don’t share the same heartbeat that makes a team so great. A great unit, whether it be football or any organization, shares the same heartbeat.

It’s not the will to win that matters-everyone has that. It’s the will to prepare to win that matters.

If it is worth playing, it is worth paying the price to win.

If wanting to win is a fault, as some of my critics seem to insist, then I plead guilty. I like to win. I know no other way. It’s in my blood.

There’s no use fussing on a boy who doesn’t have any ability.

The fun never goes out, but it changes with the years, with winning and losing.

I told them my system was based on the “ant plan,” that I’d gotten the idea watching a colony of ants in Africa during the war. A whole bunch of ants working toward a common goal.

You’re still going to win with preparation and dedication and plain old desire. If you don’t have genuine desire, you won’t be dedicated enough to prepare properly.

In my lifetime, I may have put too much emphasis on winning, because here I am an old man and the only fun I’ve had is winning, and that’s ridiculous.

Mama wanted me to be a preacher. I told her coachin’ and preachin’ were a lot alike.

I don’t believe in God, so I’m not afraid of dying.

As you die continually when living. So do you live continually when dead; if not in this body, then in a body of another form.

Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

The best moments can’t be preconceived. I’ve spent a lot of time in editing rooms, and a scene can be technically perfect, with perfect delivery and facial expression and timing, and you remember all your lines, and it is dead.

By the time you swear you’re his, Shivering and sighing. And he vows his passion is, Infinite, undying. Lady make note of this — One of you is lying.

I will be dead in a few months. But it hasn’t given me the slightest anxiety or worry. I always knew I was going to die.

Outside the street’s on fire in a real death waltz between what’s flesh and what’s fantasy.

I don’t have any favourite lyrics. Honestly, all of them I love ’em to death – it’s the same with songs. I don’t have just one favourite lyric, I love them all.