I was never nervous when I had the ball, but when I let go I was scared to death.

I'd rather be lucky than good

I've got a new invention. It's a revolving bowl for tired goldfish.

One rule I had was make your best pitch and back up third base. That relay might get away and you've got another shot at him.

Hell, Lou (Gehrig) it took fifteen years to get you out of a game. Sometimes I'm out in fifteen minutes.

I talked to the ball a lot of times in my career. I yelled, "Go foul. Go foul."

The secret of my success was clean living and a fast outfield.

I'm something like the old soak who never knew whether his wife told him to take one drink and come home at 12, or take 12 and come home at one.

You just can't imagine the kind of guy he was without seeing him play. He was a circus, a play, a movie, all rolled into one.

I was the worst hitter ever. I never even broke a bat until last year when I was backing out of the garage.

I'd rather not throw the ball at all.

When the productive lands lose their essence, our productive lives shall least have essence!

October had tremendous possibility. The summer's oppressive heat was a distant memory, and the golden leaves promised a world full of beautiful adventures. They made me believe in miracles.

Reason deserves to be called a prophet for in showing up the consequence and effect of our actions in the present does it not tell us what the future will be?

Use God's mighty weapons, not those made by men, to knock down the devil's strongholds.

We don't get too nervous for too may things, but on television a few million people are sitting there watching. Definitely a lot more nerves.

All the learning in the world cannot replace instinct.

Government does not solve problems; it subsidizes them.

I take a cliche and try to organize its forms to make it monumental. The difference is often not great, but it is crucial.

If I could meet my mother and marry her, I would. I would be with my mother now, if she weren't my mother, as sick as that sounds.

Dreiser wanted to write the next great American novel, and his desperation pervades [ Sister Carrie ] like an unsavory pit stain.