Ali was a good guy. He let me hang in the gym more than anybody, I think. He treated me well every day until the day he died. He liked me.
Needing someone is like needing a parachute. If he isn’t there the first time you need him, chances are you won’t be needing him again.
The one absolute, unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world – the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous – is his dog.