It's Like Having A Pet Dog For

After I Came Home From The 1936 Olympics With My Four Medals, It Became Increasingly Apparent That Everyone Was Going To Slap Me On The Back, Want To Shake My Hand Or Have Me Up To Their Suite. But No One Was Going To Offer Me A Job.

When I Passed The Chancellor He Arose, Waved His Hand At Me, And I Waved Back At Him. I Think The Writers Showed Bad Taste In Criticizing The Man Of The Hour In Germany.

The Only Victory That Counts Is The One Over Yourself.

It Dawned On Me With Blinding Brightness. I Realized: I Had Jumped Into Another Rare Kind Of Stratosphere - One That Only A Handful Of People In Every Generation Are Lucky Enough To Know.

When I Came Back, After All Those Stories About Hitler And His Snub, I Came Back To My Native Country, And I Could Not Ride In The Front Of The Bus. I Had To Go To The Back Door. I Couldn't Live Where I Wanted. Now What's The Difference?