Cassius Clay is a name that white people gave to my slave master. Now that I am free, that I don't belong anymore to anyone, that I'm not a slave anymore, I gave back their white name, and I chose a beautiful African one.

Fifty years old, 212 fights, and I'm still pretty.

It's a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.

Only last week I murdered a rock, injured a stone and hospitalized a brick.

I didn't even need America, I was so popular outside the country, until the prosecutin' attorney came from Washington, and said, judge, we cannot let this man go to Japan and fight, because they are anti-American.Now, if I want to leave the country, I know how to leave. Tomorrow. Quick. Easy. If I really want to leave. That's not the intention. The intention is to stop me from makin' a livin'. To punish me.

Prejudice comes from being in the dark; sunlight disinfects it.

I’m gonna show you how great I am.