Drummed into me, above all, by my dad, by the whole family, was that without your good name, you would be nothing.

Always have the situation under control, even if losing. Never betray an inward sense of defeat.

I have become convinced that we blacks spend too much time on the playing field and too little time in libraries.

I know I could never forgive myself if I elected to live without humane purpose, without trying to help the poor and unfortunate, without recognizing that perhaps the purest joy in life comes with trying to help others.

Trust has to be earned, and should come only after the passage of time.

There is a syndrome in sports called 'paralysis by analysis.'

It doesn't have to glitter to be gold.