“Well, the good Lord and good luck must have been with me because I did exactly what I said I was going to do.”

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.

Who is richer? The man who is seen, but cannot see? Or the man who is not being seen, but can see?

I’d give a year of my life if I could hit a homerun on opening day of this great new park.

Each strikeout brings me closer to my next homerun.