“It is essential to understand that battles are primarily won in the hearts of men. Men respond to leadership in a most remarkable way and once you have won his heart, he will follow you anywhere.”

The quality of a person’s life is in direct proportion to their commitment to excellence, regardless of their chosen field of endeavor.

Life’s battles don’t always go to the stronger or faster man. But sooner or later, the man who wins is the man who thinks he can.

We didn’t lose the game; we just ran out of time.

Football isn’t a contact sport; it’s a collision sport. Dancing is a contact sport.

One must not hesitate to innovate and change with the times. The leader who stands still is not progressing, and he will not remain a leader for long.

They do not truly love who do not show their love.

I firmly believe that any man’s finest hour, the greatest fulfillment of all that he holds dear, is that moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle – victorious.

The only place success comes before work is in the dictionary.

Some need a whip and others a pat on the back and others are better off when they are ignored.

The leader can never close the gap between himself and the group.

The good Lord gave you a body that can stand most anything. It’s your mind you have to convince.

One’s desire, not ability, determines success.

Character is the direct result of mental attitude.

Second place is meaningless. You can’t always be first, but you have to believe that you should have been – that you were never beaten – that time just ran out on you.

When you are through trying to improve, you are through.

Mental toughness is essential to success.

If you carry joy in your heart, you can heal any moment.

Whether you’re a man or not comes from your heart, not how much hair you have on your head.

There’s a melody in everything. And once you find the melody, then you connect immediately with the heart. Because sometimes English or Spanish, Swahili or any language gets in the way. But nothing penetrates the heart faster than the melody.

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

All music is important if it comes from the heart.

This foundation can only take the beating of one heart.

My eyes have always been open, but I see best with my heart.

They talked so, with secret hearts, without needing words, talking of other things. They could have suddenly continued their confessions aloud, without ceasing to understand each other.