“To me, baseball is not a game, but a religion.”

I told the umpires to walk back at least thirty-five feet from home plate. That reduced the arguements.

Your job is to umpire for the ball and not the player.

The most cowardly thing in the world is blaming mistakes upon the umpires. Too many managers strut around on the field trying to manage the umpires instead of their teams.

Fix your eye on the ball from the moment the pitcher holds it in his glove. Follow it as he throws to the plate and stay with it until the play is completed. Action takes place only where the ball goes.

That guy in a twenty-five cent bleacher seat is as much entitled to know a call as the guy in the boxes. He can see my arm signal even if he can’t hear my voice.

There are one-hundred fifty-four games in a season and you can find one-hundred fifty-four reasons why your team should have won every one of them.

In my heart, I never called one wrong.

An angry player can’t argue with the back of an umpire who is walking away.

No baseball pitcher would be worth a darn without a catcher who could handle the hot fastball.

Being with a woman all night never hurt no professional baseball player. It’s staying up all night looking for a woman that does him in.

There are three things you can do in a baseball game. You can win, or you can lose, or it can rain.

I used to soak my mitts in a bucket of water for about two days. Then I’d put a couple of baseballs in the pocket and wrap it up with a rubber band.

I knew when my career was over. In 1965 my baseball card came out with no picture.

Today you don’t have to do that, because catchers’ mitts are more like first baseman’s gloves.

I was acting when I was playing baseball.

Where would I be without baseball? Who am I without baseball?