Later, I Discovered There Was A Lot

You've Got To Make A Lot Of Sacrifices And Spend A Lot Of Time If You Really Want To Achieve With This Sport, Or In Any Sport, Or In Anything Truly Worthwhile.

There Is A Syndrome In Sports Called 'paralysis By Analysis.'

A Wise Person Decides Slowly But Abides By These Decisions.

There Were Times When I Asked Myself Whether I Was Being Principled Or Simply A Coward.... I Was Wrapped In The Cocoon Of Tennis Early In Life, Mainly By Blacks Like My Most Powerful Mentor, Dr. Robert Walter Johnson Of Lynchburg, Virginia. They Insisted That I Be Unfailingly Polite On The Court, Unfalteringly Calm And Detached, So That Whites Could Never Accuse Me Of Meanness. I Learned Well. I Look At Photographs Of The Skinny, Frail, Little Black Boy That I Was In The Early 1950s, And I See That I Was My Tennis Racquet And My Tennis Racquet Was Me. It Was My Rod And My Staff.

Someone Once Told Me That God Figured That I Was A Pretty Good Juggler. I Could Keep A Lot Of Balls In The Air At One Time. So He Said, "let's See If He Can Juggle Another One."