Now you see me, now you don't. George thinks he will, but I know he won't!
I run on the road long before I dance under the lights.
Put yourself out on a limb, sucka, like me!
Only last week I murdered a rock, injured a stone and hospitalized a brick.
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing.
Hating people because of their color is wrong. And it doesn't matter which color does the hating. It's just plain wrong.
I did not take the name, I just named myself Cassius Clay, this is a honorable, Mohammed Ali, given to me by my religious leader and teacher, the Honorable Elijah Mohammed, and I would like to say that Mohammed means in Arabic "one who is worthy of praise" and one praiseworthy, and Ali means the most High, but the slave name Clay meant dirt with no ingredients.
As long as I sit at Henry Clay's desk, I will remember his lifelong desire to forge agreement, but I will also keep close to my heart the principled stand of his cousin, Cassius Clay, who refused to forsake the life of any human, simply to find agreement.
Love is a net that catches hearts like a fish
When I heard the truth about my name was not Cassius Clay, like I knew a black man in America named John Hawkins. Now, you know who John Hawkins was.He was a slave trader from England. But the white people of that time, if one had five slaves and his name was Jones, they would be called Jones' property. [...] Now that I'm free, now that I'm no longer a slave, then I want a name of my ancestors.
Wars of nations are fought to change maps. But wars of poverty are fought to map change.
Cassius Clay is a name that white people gave to my slave master. Now that I am free, that I don't belong anymore to anyone, that I'm not a slave anymore, I gave back their white name, and I chose a beautiful African one.
Some make you sing and some make you scream. One makes you wish that you'd never been seen. But there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier mache, making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay. If you want it, boys, get it here, thing.
The world’s champ should be pretty like me!
Cassius Clay must be beaten and the Black Muslims' scourge removed from boxing.
He [Cassius Clay] became a Black Muslim, which is a pseudo-religion for unbright neurotics who feel the need to hate all white people.
I'm not the greatest; I'm the double greatest. Not only do I knock 'em out, I pick the round.
I wish people would love everybody else the way they love me. It would be a better world.
Champions aren't made in the gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them-a desire, a dream, a vision.
Every time I look in the mirror, God looks back.
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