“A great ballplayer is a player who will take a chance.”

The speed of the legs, the dexterity of the body, the grace of the swing, the elusiveness of the slide – these are the features that make Americans everywhere forget the last syllable of a man’s last name or the pigmentation of his skin.

Success is that place in the road where preparation meets opportunity.

Luck is the residue of opportunity and design.

A game of great charm in the adoption of mathematical measurements to the timing of human movements, the exactitudes and adjustments of physical ability to hazardous chance.

Trade a player a year too early rather than a year too late.

There never has been a man in the game who could put mind and muscle together quicker and with better judgment than Robinson.

First of all, a man, whether seeking achievement on the athletic field or in business, must want to win. He must feel that the thing he is doing is worthwhile; so worthwhile that he is willing to pay the price of success to attain distinction.

Don’t worry about your individual numbers. Worry about the team. If the team is successful, each of you will be successful, too.

What else is chance but the rude stone which receives its life from the sculptor’s hand? Providence gives us chance, and man must mould it to his own designs.

Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure another chance in life.

There is no such thing as chance; and what seem to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny.

Play is experimenting with chance.

Concessions to adversaries only end in self reproach, and the more strictly they are avoided the greater will be the chance of security.

Fear? What has a man to do with fear? Chance rules our lives, and the future is all unknown. Best live as we may, from day to day.

The insurance of working with a big, already successful franchise just gives you the chance to do other things on a more personal level.

Everyone gets that second album syndrome.