I know I'm good at tennis. Other than that, everything else is a wild card. I'm a wild card.

Some people say I have attitude - maybe I do... but I think you have to. You have to believe in yourself when no one else does - that makes you a winner right there.

I don't focus on what I'm up against. I focus on my goals and I try to ignore the rest.

Just believe in yourself. Even if you don't, pretend that you do and, at some point, you will.

My motto is: I'm alive, so that means I can do anything.

In my mind, I'm always the best. If I walk out on the court (and) I think the next person is better, I've already lost.

Of course, I want to be number one. But being happy and healthy is the most important thing.

Tennis is mostly mental. Of course, you must have a lot of physical skill, but you can't play tennis well and not be a good thinker. You win or lose the match before you even go out there.

When you lose, you're more motivated. When you win, you fail to see your mistakes and probably no one can tell you anything.

In the sports arena I would say there is nothing like training and preparation. You have to train your mind as much as your body.

If I cared deeply about what people thought of me, I probably would have never made it out of Compton, California.

I needed to survive tonight to keep living my life as if nothing had happened.

Passing pleasures, like passing clouds, are all we have.

Hope is one of those things in life you cannot do without.

Wit - the salt with which the American humorist spoils his intellectual cookery by leaving it out.

And then, what is grace? Grace is love. But grace is not love simply, and purely, and alone. Grace and love are, in their innermost essence, one and the same thing.

In the Age of Aquarius, the depression and stress on mankind will tear up people who do not have the technical knowledge of self.

It proves what they say, give the public what they want to see and they'll come out for it.

The amount of time that a young girl spends wearing pink will be inversely proportional to her future income.

Like a rustic at a fair, we are full of amazement and rapture, and have no thought of going home, or that it will soon be night.

Any woman who counts on her face is a fool.