Arthur Robert Ashe Jr. (July 10, 1943 – February 6, 1993) was an American professional tennis player who won three Grand Slam titles.
The ideal attitude is to be physically loose and mentally tight.
One important key to success is self-confidence. An important key to self-confidence is preparation.
I have tried to keep on with my striving because this is the only hope I have of ever achieving anything worthwhile and lasting.
You come to realize that life is short, and you have to step up. Don't feel sorry for me. Much is expected of those who are strong.
My potential is more than can be expressed within the bounds of my race or ethnic identity.
Fear isn't an excuse to come to a standstill. It's the impetus to step up and strike.
A wise person decides slowly but abides by these decisions.
Every time you win, it diminishes the fear a little bit. You never really cancel the fear of losing; you keep challenging it.
There is a syndrome in sports called 'paralysis by analysis. '
If I don't ask "Why me?" after my victories, I cannot ask "Why me?" after my setbacks and disasters.
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. "
Do not feel sorry for me if I am gone.
Having grown up in a segregated environment in the south I know what it's like to be stepped on, I know what it's like also to see some black hero do well in the face of adversity.
I don't want to be remembered for my tennis accomplishments.
If you're paid before you walk on the court, what's the point in playing as if your life depended on it?
Later, I discovered there was a lot of work to being good in tennis.
I take the good with the bad, and I try to face them both with as much calm and dignity as I can muster.
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.
The world over - 50 million children start playing tennis, 5 million learn to play tennis, 500,000 learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam, 50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals, when I was holding a cup I never asked GOD 'Why me?'. And today in pain I should not be asking GOD 'Why me?'
I strongly believe the black culture spends too much time, energy and effort raising, praising, and teasing our black children about the dubious glories of professional sports.