He foresaw the platooning that managers like Casey Stengel used years before it happened. He told me I had to be a switch-hitter if I was going to play.

It's unbelievable how much you don't know about the game you've been playing all your life.

A team is where a boy can prove his courage on his own. A gang is where a coward goes to hide.

Somebody once asked me if I ever went up to the plate trying to hit a home run. I said, 'Sure, every time.'

I leaned on him for support when I got out of the cab, and he just crumpled to the ground. That's how we found out.

After I hit a home run I had a habit of running the bases with my head down. I figured the pitcher already felt bad enough without me showing him up rounding the bases.

If I had played my career hitting singles like Pete (Rose), I'd wear a dress.

I thought I raised a ballplayer. You're nothing but a coward and a quitter.

You never have to wait long, or look far, to be reminded of how thin the line is between being a hero or a goat.

Well, baseball was my whole life. Nothing's ever been as fun as baseball.

I've often wondered how a man who knew he was going to die could stand here and say he was the luckiest man on the face of the earth, but now I guess I know how he felt.

But it's important to acknowledge that while we may make mistakes, in the long run, we may also learn from them.

You don't have to live happily ever after with every single person in your life in order to live happily ever after. Some unfortunate endings are necessary.

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

What is it like to be a Spokane Indian without wild salmon? It is like being a Christian if Jesus had never rolled back the stone and risen from his tomb.

Act boldly and unseen forces will come to your aid.

if the devil can get the church to withdraw from prayer by believing reasonable excuses, the church is under his dominion.

Why do you keep maintaining your ideas are right if you can't prove them?

I was probably nine or ten the first time I heard there was no Santa Claus.

Snapshots, moments, mere seconds: as fragile and beautiful and hopeless as a single butterfly, flapping on against a gathering wind.

Poor Wales. So far from Heaven, so close to England.