It’s hard to beat a person who never gives up.
Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.
Heroes get remembered, but legends never die.
The way a team plays as a whole determines its success. You may have the greatest bunch of individual stars in the world, but if they don’t play together, the club won’t be worth a dime.
You just can’t beat the person who never gives up.
I have only one superstition. I touch all the bases when I hit a home run.
Baseball was, is and always will be to me the best game in the world.
I’ll promise to go easier on drinking and to get to bed earlier, but not for you, fifty thousand dollars, or two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars will I give up women. They’re too much fun.
I swing big, with everything I’ve got. I hit big or I miss big. I like to live as big as I can.
Yesterday’s home runs don’t win today’s games.
Love the game of baseball and baseball will love you.
What I am, what I have, what I am going to leave behind me – all this I owe to the game of baseball.
If it wasn’t for baseball, I’d be in either the penitentiary or the cemetery.
All I can tell them is pick a good one and sock it. I get back to the dugout and they ask me what it was I hit and I tell them I don’t know except it looked good.
Baseball changes through the years. It gets milder.
Who is richer? The man who is seen, but cannot see? Or the man who is not being seen, but can see?
I said I’m going to hit the next one right over the flagpole. God must have been with me.
Don’t be afraid to take advice. There’s always something new to learn.
I learned early to drink beer, wine and whiskey. And I think I was about 5 when I first chewed tobacco.