It never ceases to amaze me how many of baseball's wounds are self-inflicted.

The true harbinger of spring is not crocuses or swallows returning to Capistrano, but the sound of the bat on the ball.

There are only two seasons - winter and Baseball.

Baseball is almost the only orderly thing in a very unorderly world. If you get three strikes, even the best lawyer in the world can't get you off.

I try not to break the rules, but merely to test their elasticity.

If there is any justice in this world, to be a White Sox fan frees a man from any other form of penance.

Tradition is the albatross around the neck of progress.

The most beautiful thing in the world is a ballpark filled with people.

I have discovered in 20 years of moving around a ballpark, that the knowledge of the game is usually in inverse proportion to the price of the seats.

I was in the game for love. After all, where else can an old-timer with one leg, who can't hear or see, live like a king while doing the only thing I wanted to do?

I'm for the dreamers. The only really important things in history have been started by the dreamers. They never know what can't be done.

Become the destroyer of sects - become the breaker of privileges – become the messenger of equality – become the prophet of goodness.

All this while I kept thinking where did I go wrong, all this while he wasn't mine to lose.

Wave it high, and don't trip and fall.

History is only a catalogue of the forgotten.

Maybe you should get rid of me,” I whisper onto his lips. “Never,” he says, kissing me once softly. “You’re mine for as long as you breathe.

An angry look on the face is wholly against nature. If it be assumed frequently, beauty begins to perish, and in the end is quenched beyond rekindling.

There is something self-defeating in the too-conscious pursuit of pleasure.

Tone has the living soul.

Ultimately, there is the freedom to take the consequences.

What resonates with people is that it feels like you actually are thinking of them.