“I’m not afraid to die.”

Friendship is two-sided. It isn’t a friend just because someone’s doing something nice for you. That’s a nice person. There’s friendship when you do for each other. It’s like marriage – it’s two-sided.

Success is never final, failure is never fatal. It’s courage that counts.

You can lose when you outscore somebody in a game. And you can win when you’re outscored.

Be prepared and be honest.

Well, if you’re true to yourself you’re going to be true to everyone else.

It’s the little details that are vital. Little things make big things happen.

I am not as good as I ought to be. I am not as good as I want to be. I am not as good as I’m going to be. But I am thankful that I am better than I used to be.

I don’t believe in praying to win.

The most important thing in the world is family and love.

I had three rules for my players: No profanity. Don’t criticize a teammate. Never be late.

When you hurry you’re more apt to make mistakes. But you have to be quick. If you’re not quick you can’t get things done.

Adversity is the state in which man most easily becomes acquainted with himself, being especially free of admirers then.

Success is peace of mind which is a direct result of self-satisfaction in knowing you did your best to become the best you are capable of becoming.

Never mistake activity for achievement.

I think you have to be what you are. Don’t try to be somebody else. You have to be yourself at all times.

A strong leader accepts blame and gives the credit. A weak leader gives blame and accepts the credit.

Don’t be afraid to smoke the competition, because you are the only competition.

The parts of me you are afraid of, are the parts that are ready to be loved by you.

I was afraid of breaking your heart. when in reality all these years later whenever I see you, I break my own.

He says he doesn’t know what to do my mind screams back I will not love you in halves just because you are too afraid.

Don’t be afraid to bloom even in the darkest of times, just like moonflower blooms in the depths of the night.

Why are we told to be afraid to hurt? Why do we avoid, run and hide? Cover up inside with shields of armor, Our shins, and elbows made of pads of plastic; We are not made of glass and tattered bits, It’s not weakness when our strength builds us to last.

I’m afraid someday my words will run out so I spend every waking moment trying to capture the human experience in purple prose.

I’m not afraid of the chance at loving you, I’m only afraid of what it could do to me.