I feel like I have reached the stage where I can no longer produce for my club, my manager, and my teammates.

You always get a special kick on opening day, no matter how many you go through. You look forward to it like a birthday party when you're a kid. You think something wonderful is going to happen.

A person always doing his or her best becomes a natural leader, just by example.

I played my best everyday. You never know when someone may be seeing you play for the first time.

There is always some kid who may be seeing me for the first time. I owe him my best.

At my age, I'm just happy to be named the greatest living anything.

The reason I play so hard is that somewhere out there is some kid who has never seen me play before, and I don't want to disappoint him.

You ought to run the hardest when you feel the worst. Never let the other guy know you're down.

If anyone wants to know why three kids in one family made it to the big leagues they just had to know how we helped each other and how much we practiced back then. We did it every minute we could.

The test of an outfielder's skill comes when he has to go against the fence to make a catch.

A ball player has to be kept hungry to become a big leaguer. That's why no boy from a rich family has ever made the big leagues.

Growth is not concerned with itself.

That part of your friend which it is your privilege to contemplate in your adversity

Once I've written something it does tend to run away from me. I don't seem to have any part of it - it's no longer my piece of writing.

Learn to meditate. It's fun. It will give you a strong, wonderful mind.

The essential trait in the moral consciousness, is the control of some feeling or feelings by some other feeling or feelings.

The real meaning of mercy is that it can look on failure and still see a future.

I never wanted it to end this way, but flies will lay their eggs.

I know I can still play at a high level.

Give me a different set of mothers and I will give you a different world

I tried a very fancy attack I'd learned in France, which involved a beat, a feint in quarte, a feint in sixte, and a lunge veering off into an attack on his wrist. I nicked him, and the blood flowed.