Quotes
Quotes about Pen
People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use.
One truth stands firm. All that happens in world history rests on something spiritual. If the spiritual is strong, it creates world history. If it is weak, it suffers world history.
If you aren't playing well, the game isn't as much fun. When that happens I tell myself just to go out and play as I did when I was a kid.
Training is all-encompassing and should be related to everything a unit does, or can have happen to it.
Baseball players are smarter than football players. How often do you see a baseball team penalized for too many men on the field?
Son, looks to me like you're spending too much time on one subject. (recounting what he told a player who received four F's and one D)
There goes Juantorena down the back straight, opening his legs and showing his class.
Thank God for competition. When our competitors upset our plans or outdo our designs, they open infinite possibilities of our own work to us.
Spencer's running across field calling out, 'come inside me, come inside me.'
I can tell you it's a magnificent sensation when the gap opens up like that and you just burst right through.
He's looking for some meaningful penetration into the backline.
Baseball players are smarter than football players. How often do you see a baseball team penalized for too many players on the field?
Statement after losing his first fight to Ken Norton, March 31, 1973: I never thought of losing, but now that it's happened, the only thing is to do it right. That's my obligation to all the people who believe in me. We all have to take defeats in life.
The service you do for others is the rent you pay for the time you spend on earth.
Reminiscing: No one knows ... until you live it, to be there, to tee it up each week, to get yourself ready, the players and whatever else.... I think it's a very, very difficult, tough and demanding job. And to be able to, particularly, stay at the level of expertise that we have over the years. Along with the fact that we have made football a presence at BYU. I think those are the things that are about as satisfying as anything that has happened. Then, of course, the players.... I think the thing that will be the most difficult is leaving the relationships and the involvement.
If you are worshipping false godsâsuch as football, baseball, gold, tennis, or money or technology or automobiles or houses or gold or silverâand you can tell what a man worships by what he does on Sundayârepent and start worshipping the true and living God, the maker of heaven and earth and all things that in them are.
Sometimes something's got to happen before something is going to happen.
I come, I come! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountain with light and song: Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.
In yonder pensile orb, and every sphere That gems the starry girdle of the year.
The people of the two nations [French and English] must be brought into mutual dependence by the supply of each other's wants. There is no other way of counteracting the antagonism of language and race. It is God's own method of producing an entente cordiale, and no other plan is worth a farthing.
Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends, And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends; White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud Howl o'er the masts, and sing through every shroud: Pale, trembling, tir'd, the sailors freeze with fears; And instant death on every wave appears.
The winds grow high; Impending tempests charge the sky; The lightning flies, the thunder roars; And big waves lash the frightened shores.
At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven, The Tempest growls; but as it nearer comes, And rolls its awful burden on the wind, The Lightnings flash a larger curve, and more The Noise astounds; till overhead a sheet Of livid flame discloses wide, then shuts, And opens wider; shuts and opens still Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze. Follows the loosen'd aggravated Roar, Enlarging, deepening, mingling, peal on peal, Crush'd, horrible, convulsing Heaven and Earth.
But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
The studious class are their own victims; they are thin and pale, their feet are cold, their heads are hot, the night is without sleep, the day a fear of interruption,--pallor, squalor, hunger, and egotism. If you come near them and see what conceits they entertain--they are abstractionists, and spend their days and nights in dreaming some dream; in expecting the homage of society to some precious scheme built on a truth, but destitute of proportion in its presentment, of justness in its application, and of all energy of will in the schemer to embody and vitalize it.
