One half-conscious thought was burned in my mind: stay on your feet.

Exercise should be regarded as tribute to the heart.

A boxer's diet should be low in fat and high in proteins and sugar. Therefore you should eat plenty of lean meat, milk, leafy vegetables, and fresh fruit and ice cream for sugar.

The way to know about championship quality is to learn from champions, and that I did; studying them with professional purpose during my time in the ring and from habitual interest afterward.

A boxer must exercise and develop every part of his body.

Handball, swimming, running, jumping, basketball, and boxing were as much a part of me as breathing.

I did six years of planning to win the championship from Jack Dempsey.

In youth, we get plenty of exercise through games and running around, but as middle life approaches, we settle down, literally and figuratively.

Though I was not a belligerent kid, I do not think I ever passed up a good opportunity to fight.

A concave chest means that your diaphragm is sagging.

Upon awakening in the morning, I wondered if the proceedings of the night before had been a dream. It was hard to believe that I was the world's heavyweight champion.

If all human lives depended upon their usefulness - as might be judged by certain standards - there would be a sudden and terrific mortality in the world.

Fat is one of the chief enemies of the heart because it has to be plentifully supplied with blood and thus needlessly increases the pumping load that the heart must sustain.

Normally, I could hit hard enough, as anyone who studied my fights might have known. But the impression was that I was essentially defensive, the very reverse of a killer, the prize fighter who read books, even Shakespeare.

Ever since boyhood I've made a religion of keeping in shape by regular, conscientious exercise.

My own ambition in the ring had always been skillful boxing, speed and defense - on the order of Mike Gibbons.

To enjoy the glow of good health, you must exercise.

One half-conscious thought was burned in my mind: stay on your feet.

Never eat less than four hours before boxing. Then eat only lightly.

As a West Side kid fooling around with boxing gloves, I had been, for some reason of temperament, more interested in dodging a blow than in striking one.

The man who has allowed his body to deteriorate cuts a pitiful figure - chest collapsed, stomach protruding.

To enjoy the glow of good health you must exercise.

Exercise should be regarded as tribute to the heart

To enjoy the glow of good health, you must exercise.

They who love dancing too much seem to have more brains in their feet than in their head.

Basically, right before college I got into the Guinness book for my feet and started to do local commercials and little radio spots, just little things and found I really liked it.

My feet are like gnarled old tree branches.

The men are walking. They are fifty feet apart, for dispersal. Their walk is slow, for they are dead weary, as you can tell even when looking at them from behind. Every line and sag of their bodies speaks their inhuman exhaustion.

My feet are dogs.

Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.

A beautiful line of verse has twelve feet, and two wings.

My feet never touched the ground. Lots of good groups with crazy and unique images. It was wild. I spent all of my time doing gigs, TV appearances, interviews, or recording. I could write a book - and probably will.

My sister and I are opposites in many ways. She is six feet tall, while I'm five feet four.

In the 1950s in Columbia, South Carolina, it was considered OK for kids to play with weird things. We could go to the hardware store and buy 100 feet of dynamite fuse.

St Michaels Mount is a favourite place of mine; people will walk across to the Mount all day and assume they will be able to walk home. The spectacle of hundreds of people realising that the path they walked over on is disappearing under several feet of water is very amusing.

I had to weave and play around with a honey bear, you know, and I could wrestle with him a little bit, but there's no way you can even wrestle a honey bear, let alone a grizzly bear that's standing ten feet to eleven feet tall! Can you imagine? But it was fascinating to work that close to that kind of animal.

I wouldn't want the pressure of a Six Feet Under or the pressure of improvising like Curb Your Enthusiasm.

Although there exist many thousand subjects for elegant conversation, there are persons who cannot meet a cripple without talking about feet.

I think the secret of my light, quick, foot strike is related to the fact that I have fragile feet.

I'm convinced that the man who has learned to meditate upon the Lord will be able to run on his feet and walk in his spirit. Although he may be hurried by his vocation, that's not the issue. The issue is how fast his spirit is going. To slow it down takes a period of time.

When we too are armed and trained, we can convince men that we have hands, feet, and a heart like yours;.

Eve was not taken out of Adam's head to top him, neither out of his feet to be trampled on by him, but out of his side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected by him, and near his heart to be loved by him.

Riding a motorcycle on today's highways, you have to ride in a very defensive manner. You have to be a good rider and you have to have both hands and both feet on the controls at all times.

He had one uniform practice, and a very bad one it was, during the time of family worship, and just three or four seconds before the conclusion of the prayer, he started to his feet, and ran barking round the apartment like a crazed beast.

You can browse to your heart's content but it's hard work and not easy on the feet unless you do it through catalogs or the Internet, and I like to touch and try on the things I buy.

As long as you smile, have sparkly eyes and stick your shoulders back, nobody's going to notice your bum or your waist or your feet, for that matter.

I should like to lie at your feet and die in your arms.

He wanted me to learn to stand on my own feet, and to make it impossible for me to thank him.

Happiness, for you we walk on a knife edge. To the eyes you are a flickering light, to the feet, thin ice that cracks; and so may no one touch you who loves you.