“It’s funny what a few no-hitters do for a body.”

I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench.

Age is a case of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it don’t matter.

Just take the ball and throw it where you want to. Throw strikes. Home plate don’t move.

Don’t pray when it rains if you don’t pray when the sun shines.

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it a a hundred times, I’m forty-four years old.

When a batter swings and I see his knees move, I can tell just what his weaknesses are then I just put the ball where I know he can’t hit it.

I never threw an illegal pitch. The trouble is, once in a while I toss one that ain’t never been seen by this generation.

Don’t look back. Something might be gaining on you.

I never rush myself. See, they can’t start the game without me.

Airplanes may kill you, but they ain’t likely to hurt you.

I was born in August, no July, 1908.

My feet ain’t got nothing to do with my nickname, but when folks get it in their heads that a feller’s got big feet, soon the feet start looking big.

My pitching philosophy is simple – keep the ball way from the bat.

Avoid fried foods, which angry up the blood.

If your stomach disputes you, lie down and pacify it with cool thoughts.

You gotta keep the ball off the fat part of the bat.

I’m a mama’s boy because everything I do is with respect to my mother.

It’s not enough to be the best at what you do. You must be perceived as the only one who does what you do.

Nothing left to do but smile.

The secret of happiness is something to do.

I’m used to having money and the stuff I do, but it’s more of how I’m doing it now. I walk outside and people know me, and I really get paid for shows.

I would never do a commercial if I thought it was offensive to anyone.

If you think you can do it, you can.

I read somewhere that 77 per cent of all the mentally ill live in poverty. Actually, I’m more intrigued by the 23 per cent who are apparently doing quite well for themselves.