Do not feel sorry for me if I am gone.

I don't care who you are, you're going to choke in certain matches. You get to a point where your legs don't move and you can't take a deep breath. You start to hit the ball about a yard wide, instead of inches.

The ideal attitude is to be physically loose and mentally tight.

When we were together, I loved you deeply and you gave me so much happiness I can never repay you.

Do not feel sorry for me if I am gone.

I take the good with the bad, and I try to face them both with as much calm and dignity as I can muster.

If I didn't play tennis I probably would have to see a psychiatrist.