Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.
Baseball was, is and always will be to me the best game in the world.
I swing big, with everything I’ve got. I hit big or I miss big. I like to live as big as I can.
What I am, what I have, what I am going to leave behind me – all this I owe to the game of baseball.
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.
Don’t be afraid to take advice. There’s always something new to learn.
Baseball is the greatest game in the world and deserves the best you can give it.
What the hell has Hoover got to do with it? Besides, I had a better year than he did.
The more baseball the better. It is a healthful sport and develops team play and initiative, plus an independent attitude.
They say I couldn’t play football, I was too small. They say I couldn’t play basketball, I wasn’t tall. They say I couldn’t play baseball at all and now everyday of my life, I ball.
If you want to end darkness you cannot beat it with a baseball bat, you have to turn on a light.
One of the hardest things in life to accept is a called third strike.
You better cut the pizza in four pieces because I’m not hungry enough to eat six.
How long have you known me, Jack? And you still don’t know how to spell my name.
He hits from both sides of the plate. He’s amphibious.
He can run anytime he wants. I’m giving him the red light.
Swing at the strikes.