“I didn’t mean to hit the umpire with the dirt, but I did mean to hit that bastard in the stands.”

If it wasn’t for baseball, I’d be in either the penitentiary or the cemetery.

You know this baseball game of ours comes up from the youth – that means the boys. And after you’ve been a boy, and grow up to know how to play ball, then you come to the boys you see representing themselves today in our national pastime.

Heroes get remembered, but legends never die.

If you want to hit home runs, you’ve go to swing a lot.

I swing big, with everything I’ve got. I hit big or I miss big. I like to live as big as I can.

A part of control is learning to correct your weaknesses.

They started something here, and the kids are keeping the ball rolling.

Gee, its lonesome in the outfield. It’s hard to keep awake with nothing to do.

What I am, what I have, what I am going to leave behind me – all this I owe to the game of baseball.

I’d play for half my salary if I could hit in this dump (Wrigley Field) all the time.

I learned early to drink beer, wine and whiskey. And I think I was about 5 when I first chewed tobacco.

What do I think about when I strike out? I think about hitting home runs.

Read about your case of amnesia. Must be a new brand.

Life is a game like any other; we just don’t take it as seriously.

As soon as I got out there I felt a strange relationship with the pitcher’s mound. It was as if I’d been born out there. Pitching just felt like the most natural thing in the world. Striking out batters was easy.

You just can’t beat the person who never gives up.

It takes a great deal of courage to emerge from the dirt and the hurt and grow and bloom into petals of kindness and love.

I remind myself that I am capable of growing flowers from rain and building mountains from dirt.

Have I been buried alive by chronic pain? I can taste the dirt as they put me in the earth, thick on my lips like the honey that drips down my lips.

Do dirt, get dirt. So I treat people with the same respect that I want.

How anyone could think of making money by fracking our planet, making this beautiful water dirty.

French is the language that turns dirt into romance.

When God breathed His life into you, He filled you with greatness and purpose. Like good seed planted in the dirt, you were created to rise above every obstacle.

Play fair, be prepared for others to play dirty, and don’t let them drag you into the mud.