I think my top salary was maybe in 1966. I made $17,000 and 11 of that came from selling other players' equipment.

I knew when my career was over. In 1965 my baseball card came out with no picture.

People don't know this, but I helped the Cardinals win the pennant. I came down with hepatitis. The trainer injected me with it!

I signed a very modest $3,000 bonus with the Braves in Milwaukee. And my old man didn't have that kinda money to put out.

They broke it to me gently. The manager came up to me before a game and told me they didn't allow visitors in the clubhouse.

Between me and my roommate, we've hit 400 Major League home runs.

The highlight of my baseball career came in Philadelphia's Connie Mack Stadium when I saw a fan fall out of the upper deck. When he got up and walked away, the crowd booed.

I led the league in go get 'em next time.

In 1962 I was named Minor League Player of the Year. It was my second season in the bigs.

When I came up to bat with three men on and two outs in the ninth, I looked in the other team's dugout and they were already in street clothes.

When I played baseball I got death threats all the time--from my mother.

Too much rigidity on the part of teachers should be followed by a brisk spirit of insubordination on the part of the taught.

I have long been of the opinion that if work were such a splendid thing the rich would have kept more of it for themselves.

Treating people the same is not equal treatment if they are not the same.

Much as I honor the wisdom of the princess--there is something more dashing about a man.

If you walk backwards, you will never stub your toe.

Ozzie makes a leaping, diving stop, shovels to Fernando and everybody drops everything.

I feel that the greatest reward for doing is the opportunity to do more.

Thankfully, it became clear to me that when I compete, I lose my connection to the passion I have for my work.

You are solidified silence, awareness. A thousand hours of speech cannot equal one glance: a hundred glances cannot equal a minute of silence

In the insurance business, there is no statute of limitation on stupidity.