“Something that just came out of me. It was a bit of mischief.”

Even if there was a hand, it was the hand of God.

The goal was scored a little bit by the hand of God, another bit by the head of Maradona.

You were only a goalkeeper.

People who say that only young people voted on the Internet, those who didn’t see Pele play, forget that children are not orphans. There’s always a father who buys the computer and perhaps influences their vote. I won the people’s vote.

I’ll be too old to face a difficult championship as the one in America will surely be.

To see the ball, to run after it, makes me the happiest man in the world.

There would be no debate about who was the best footballer the world had ever seen – me or Pele. Everyone would say me.

It was as if we had beaten a country, more than just a football team.

While the coach is entitled to celebrate the team’s victories, there is a manner and a way of doing so without aggravating the opponent.

When you win, you don’t get carried away. But if you go step by step, with confidence, you can go far.

I gave all I had. Now I want to enjoy my family.

When people succeed, it is because of hard work. Luck has nothing to do with success.

I am black or white, I’ll never be grey in my life.

My legitimate kids are Dalma and Giannina. The rest are a product of my money and mistakes.

When God decides its time, I guess he’ll come for us.

The Lord helps those who help themselves.

Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.

I started a grease fire at McDonald’s – threw a match in the cook’s hair.

The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.

Arms discourage and keep the invader and plunderer in awe, and preserve order in the world as well as property… Horrid mischief would ensue were the law-abiding deprived of the use of them.

You have your look. That lethal fusion of mischief and innocence, the one that maddens statues with lust.

A peace-mingling falsehood is preferable to a mischief-stirring truth.

Learning is like mercury, one of the most powerful and excellent things in the world in skillful hands; in unskillful, the most mischievous.

Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war.