“Work like you don’t need the money. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody’s watching.”

Just take the ball and throw it where you want to. Throw strikes. Home plate don’t move.

Don’t pray when it rains if you don’t pray when the sun shines.

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it a a hundred times, I’m forty-four years old.

When a batter swings and I see his knees move, I can tell just what his weaknesses are then I just put the ball where I know he can’t hit it.

I never threw an illegal pitch. The trouble is, once in a while I toss one that ain’t never been seen by this generation.

Don’t look back. Something might be gaining on you.

I never rush myself. See, they can’t start the game without me.

Airplanes may kill you, but they ain’t likely to hurt you.

I was born in August, no July, 1908.

My feet ain’t got nothing to do with my nickname, but when folks get it in their heads that a feller’s got big feet, soon the feet start looking big.

My pitching philosophy is simple – keep the ball way from the bat.

It’s funny what a few no-hitters do for a body.

Avoid fried foods, which angry up the blood.

If your stomach disputes you, lie down and pacify it with cool thoughts.

You gotta keep the ball off the fat part of the bat.

Money and women. They’re two of the strongest things in the world.