I think the best all-round baseball player ever was Joe DiMaggio.

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.

You know what really keeps your staff on their toes? A harpoon gun.

[Richard M. Nixon was] a foul caricature of himself, a man with no soul, no inner convictions, with the integrity of a hyena and the style of a poison toad.

It's hard to be the one always waiting. I mean, there's something to be said for the hero who charges off to battle, but when you get right down to it there's a whole story in who's left behind.

Socialists make the mistake of confusing individual worth with success. They believe you cannot allow people to succeed in case those who fail feel worthless.

Adventure, I well know, is in the heart, not in the view.

Environment protection weighs the same in my life as my professional acting career.

There is an incompatibility between literary creation and political activity.

Race is still the No. 1 determinant in every election.

The blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook, Hope's gentle gem, the sweet Forget-me-not.

He had risked his life and now it was walking away from him, hand-in-hand with a Ruffian prince.