Ballplayers are a superstitious breed, nobody more than I, and while you are winning you'd murder anybody who tried to change your sweatshirt, let alone your uniform.

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.

Baseball is like church. Many attend few understand.

I never questioned the integrity of an umpire. Their eyesight, yes.

To some it's a six-pack, to me it's a "support group". Salvation in a can!

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.

Win any way as long as you can get away with it. Nice guys finish last.

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

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

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.

You don't save a pitcher for tomorrow. Tomorrow it may rain.

Do I believe that God is right here, ready to be my comfort in every situation?

Beneath the cacophony of sound generated by our world lies the quiet whisper of universal intelligence. Allow it to be heard...

A mature soul filled with scars of life experiences.

He who befriends a man whose conduct is vicious, whose vision impure, and who is notoriously crooked, is rapidly ruined.

Serbia is blamed in advance for everything.

But I do have a computer at home and a pretty good ISDN connection.

When I got to Chicago I had to find my way.

Only that which was effective for the first of this community will be effective for the last of it

In Jesus Christ, God took on a human face and became our friend and brother.

For every prophet there are a thousand interpreters to distort the essence of the religion, to replace the bright flame with the heat of the inquisitors' pyres.