Don't call me son unless you're going to include me in your will. (When Adolph Rupp called him, "Son.")
I'm an Einstein of the streets and an Oxford scholar of common sense.
It's so ridiculous to see a golfer with a one foot putt and everybody is saying "Shhh" and not moving a muscle. Then we allow nineteen year-old kids to face a game-deciding free throw with seventeen thousand people yelling.
I had my moment on the stage. The trick in life is to know when to leave.
Remember, half the doctors in this country graduated in the bottom half of their class.
That's it. Curtains. Off to the races. Treetops. Seashells and balloons.