“Give me some scratching, diving, hungry ballplayers who come to kill you.”

You can’t get any pictures from way back there.

Buy a steak for a player on another club after the game, but don’t even speak to him on the field. Get out there and beat them to death.

I never did say that you can’t be a nice guy and win. I said that if I was playing third base and my mother rounded third with the winning run, I’d trip her up.

Some guys are admired for coming to play, as the saying goes. I prefer those who come to kill.

Nobody ever won a pennant without a star shortstop.

In the olden days, the umpire didn’t have to take any courses in mind reading. The pitcher told you he was going to throw at you.

I believe in rules. Sure I do. If there weren’t any rules, how could you break them?

Winning is a habit.

As long as I’ve got a chance to beat you I’m going to take it.

There are only five things you can do in baseball – run, throw, catch, hit and hit with power.

Win any way you can as long as you can get away with it.

You argue with the umpire because there is nothing else you can do about it.

What are we out at the park for, except to win?

I made a game effort to argue but two things were against me: the umpires and the rules.

If you don’t win, you’re going to be fired. If you do win, you’ve only put off the day you’re going to be fired.

God watches over drunks and third baseman.

The ego’s phenomenal existence is transcended when you dive into the source from where the `I’-thought rises.

I think being a competitive diver for years helps you focus and dedicate yourself to what’s needed.

In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.

This is temporary. And while you wait strike a pose as it rains and dive into the mud.

Meditation is not a selfish thing. Even though you’re diving in and experiencing the Self, you’re not closing yourself off from the world. You’re strengthening yourself, so that you can be more effective when you go back into the world.

No more dumpster diving for love. You can have it all. That healthy, beautiful, two feet kinda love.

if you want to dive into my heart I am warning you now, be prepared to learn how to swim all over again

Before you let someone dive too deep in depths of your soul, make sure he knows how to swim.