It seems quite impossible to walk in America.

If there was the opportunity to climb a mountain, or to go ballooning, or some adventurous activity, I would always be keen to do it. I loved the countryside.

I enjoy singing, and the instruments which truly move me are the horn, the trumpet and the cello.

Doctors and scientists said breaking the four-minute mile was impossible, that one would die in the attempt. Thus, when I got up from the track after collapsing at the finish line, I figured I was dead

Whether we athletes liked it or not, the 4-minute mile had become rather like an Everest: a challenge to the human spirit, it was a barrier that seemed to defy all attempts to break it, an irksome reminder that men's striving might be in vain.

It is the brain, not the heart or lungs, that is the critical organ.

The man who goes on, even when it's the hardest to be the winner.