My Toughest Fight Was With My First

Boxing Is A Lot Of White Men Watching Two Black Men Beat Each Other Up.

I Called My Training Camp Fighter's Heaven

On My Twelfth Birthday, I Got A New Bicycle As A Present From My Folks, And I Rode It To A Fair That Was Being Held At The Columbia Gymnasium, And When I Come Out, My Bike Was Gone. I Was So Mad I Was Crying, And A Policeman, Joe Martin, Come Up And I Told Him I Was Going To Whip Whoever Took My Bike. He Said I Ought To Take Some Boxing Lessons To Learn How To Whip The Thief Better, And I Did. That's When I Started Fighting.

The Worst Man Is The One Who Sees Himself As The Best.

Wars Of Nations Are Fought To Change Maps. But Wars Of Poverty Are Fought To Map Change.