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

To my sick little pal. I will try to knock you another homer, maybe two today.

How about a little noise. How do you expect a man to putt?

What the hell difference does it make?

I had only one superstition. I made sure to touch all the bases when I hit a home run.

Every Strike is one step closer to a Home Run.

Every strike brings me closer to the next home run.

Baseball was, is and always will be to me the best game in the world.

I don’t need to know where the green is. Where is the golf course?

I’m only going one way.

It’s hard to beat a person that never gives up.

Yesterday’s home runs don’t win today’s games.

If it wasn’t for baseball, I’d be in either the penitentiary or the cemetery. I have the same violent temper my father and older brother had. Both died of injuries from street fights in Baltimore, fights begun by flare-ups of their tempers.

The way a team plays as a whole determines its success.

I won’t be happy until we have every boy in America between the ages of six and sixteen wearing a glove and swinging a bat.

The most important thing that a young athlete must do it pick the right sport. Not one that they like just a little bit, but one that they love. Because,if they don’t really love their sport, they won’t work as hard as they should. Me? I loved to hit.

The way a team plays as a whole determines its success. You may have the greatest bunch of individual stars in the world, but if they don’t play together, the club won’t be worth a dime.