I don't know what truculent means, but if it's good, it's me

I can remember a couple of real fights when I ran. Because they were kinda dangerous.

Why should they ask me to put on a uniform and go ten thousand miles from home and drop bombs and bullets on brown people in Vietnam while so-called Negro people in Louisville are treated like dogs and denied simple human rights?

I'm the most recognized and loved man that ever lived cuz there weren't no satellites when Jesus and Moses were around, so people far away in the villages didn't know about them.

There are no pleasures in a fight but some of my fights have been a pleasure to win.

Tolerance and understanding won't 'trickle down' in our society any more than wealth does.

I just can't see myself with a man on the ropes and just to prove how bad I am - and I see in his eyes, his head, he's hopeless - and I'm just deliberately hitting. I don't do that.