If I’d just tried for them dinky singles I could’ve batted around .600.
All ballplayers should quit when it starts to feel as if all the baselines run uphill.
As soon as I got out there I felt a strange relationship with the pitcher’s mound. It was as if I’d been born out there. Pitching just felt like the most natural thing in the world. Striking out batters was easy.
Baseball is the greatest game in the world and deserves the best you can give it.
Whenever I hit a home run, I make certain I touch all four bases.
I don’t need to know where the green is. Where is the golf course?
I didn’t mean to hit the umpire with the dirt, but I did mean to hit that bastard in the stands.
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.
What do I think about when I strike out? I think about hitting home runs.
A part of control is learning to correct your weaknesses.
Wealth is always attracted, never pursued.
Life is a game like any other; we just don’t take it as seriously.
Well, the good Lord and good luck must have been with me because I did exactly what I said I was going to do.
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’m only going one way.
If you want to hit home runs, you’ve go to swing a lot.
Don’t ever forget two things I’m going to tell you. One, don’t believe everything that’s written about you. Two, don’t pick up too many checks.
Gee, its lonesome in the outfield. It’s hard to keep awake with nothing to do.
Cobb is a prick. But he sure can hit. God Almighty, that man can hit.