Nobody Owes Anybody A Living, But Everybody

By Forgetting The Past And By Throwing Myself Into Other Interests, I Forget To Worry.

A Champion Is Someone Who Gets Up When He Can't.

For The First And Only Time, I Was More Worried About Getting Hurt By The Crowd Than By The Guy I Was Fighting. I Got A Pretty Good Blast When Introduced. The Crowd Was Hollering And Raising Hell. I Looked Around For My Bodyguard, A Colorful New York Character Named Wild Bill Lyons, Who Packed Two Pearl-handled Pistols And Used To Talk A Lot About His Days In The West. Wild Bill Was Under The Ring, Hiding.

Honey, I Just Forgot To Duck.

I Was A Pretty Good Fighter. But It Was The Writers Who Made Me Great.