“Each day, be sure to laugh, to think, to cry; that’s one heckuva full day.”

Time is very precious to me. I don’t know how much I have left, and I have some things that I would like to say. Hopefully, at the end, I will have said something that will be important to other people, too.

I will thank God for the day and the moment I have.

I asked a ref if he could give me a technical foul for thinking bad things about him. He said, of course not. I said, well, I think you stink. And he gave me a technical. You can’t trust em.

Conceive the inconceivable – then accomplish it.

No matter what business you’re in, you can’t run in place or someone will pass you by. It doesn’t matter how many games you’ve won.

You need to have a dream, a goal, and you must be willing to work hard.

Never give up! Failure and rejection are only the first step to succeeding.

Every day ordinary people do extra-ordinary things!

Never give up, never ever give up.

People think I have courage. The courage in my family are my wife Pam, my three daughters, here, Nicole, Jamie, LeeAnn, my mom, who’s right here too.

Why shouldn’t I milk it? We’re an agricultural institution.

Spend each day with some laughter and some thought, to get you’re emotions going.

I can’t tell you what an honor it is, to even be mentioned in the same breath with Arthur Ashe. This is something I certainly will treasure forever.

In every single day, in every walk of life, ordinary people do extraordinary things. Ordinary People accomplish Extraordinary things.

Life changes when you least expect it to. The future is uncertain. So, seize this day, seize this moment, and make the most of it.

I’ll also tell you that five hundred thousand people will die this year of cancer. And I’ll also tell you that one in every four will be afflicted with this disease, and yet, somehow, we seem to have put it in a little bit of the background.

Bittersweet is kind of my own favourite style because I want to be able to cry to the same song that I also can laugh to.

That moment I felt a bit like crying. I don’t really know why. Nana’s hand felt so warm that it even warmed my heart.

Anyone can make you smile, many people can make you cry, but it takes someone really special to make you smile with tears in your eyes.

Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon, and each month it cries for a love it will never touch.

A reporter once asked me if I ever cried. I wonder if people think I’m just as hard as a rock and have no emotions at all.

Let no one pay me honor with tears, nor celebrate my funeral rites with weeping.

Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.

Please tell your sons. It’s okay to cry. Tears don’t make them any less of a boy.