“The Mets have shown me more ways to lose than I even knew existed.”

They say Yogi Berra is funny. Well, he has a lovely wife and family, a beautiful home, money in the bank, and he plays golf with millionaires. What’s funny about that?

I feel greatly honored to have a ballpark named after me, especially since I’ve been thrown out of so many.

It’s wonderful to meet so many friends that I didn’t used to like.

I was such a dangerous hitter I even got intentional walks during batting practice.

Managing is getting paid for home runs that someone else hits.

I got players with bad watches – they can’t tell midnight from noon.

You can’t go out to the mound hobbling and take a pitcher out with a cane.

You have to go broke three times to learn how to make a living.

The team has come along slow but fast.

You have to have a catcher because if you don’t you’re likely to have a lot of passed balls.

Without losers, where would the winners be?

There comes a time in every man’s life, and I’ve had plenty of them.

If you’re playing baseball and thinking about managing, you’re crazy. You’d be better off thinking about being an owner.

Been in this game one-hundred years, but I see new ways to lose ’em I never knew existed before.

The Yankees don’t pay me to win every day, just two out of three.

They told me my services were no longer desired because they wanted to put in a youth program as an advance way of keeping the club going. I’ll never make the mistake of being seventy again.

Even as children, human beings fabricate elaborate revenge fantasies.

If they are, they can fill in the details even better than I could, just with their imaginations.

They care about their club, and that’s why they always have something good to say, even when it is negative

I’ve been in and out of Wall Street since 1949, and I’ve never seen the type of animosity between government and Wall Street. And I’m not sure where it comes from, but I suspect it’s got to do with a general schism in this society which is really becoming ever more destructive.

I decided Widmore was the evilest of the evil, but in the end, not even the writers knew.

I don’t speak anything very well. The longer that you travel, you find out that you really don’t even need to speak the language to get around and get things done, to live in those places.

How can we quantify that? How can you even know that that’s what you have experienced? And what if at some point you fall to 85 percent or 70 percent?

History has spurts and then is steady, and then maybe even backing up a step, and then forward again.