Learn to know every man under you, get under his skin, know his faults. Then cater to him - with kindness or roughness as his case may demand.

One small breeze doesn't make a wind storm.

In playing or managing, the game of ball is only fun for me when I'm out in front and winning. I don't give a hill of beans for the rest of the game.

One percent of ballplayers are leaders of men. The other 99 percent are followers of women.

There is but one game and that game is baseball.

Get in front of the ball, you won't get hurt. That's what you've got a chest for, young man.

Sportsmanship and easygoing methods are all right, but it is the prospect of a hot fight that brings out the crowds.

With my team I am an absolute czar. My men know it. I order plays and they obey. If the don't, I fine them.

You think the greatest thing in the whole world would be to become a baseball player - if best things already happened, what's next?

I think we can win it if my brain holds out.

The boy's (Hack Wilson) got talent and desire, but he ain't got no neck.

Buried and burned. Never find them. Never. Buried and buried.

Comics, a lot of them, are really depressed people, and I happen to be somebody that does have a lot of confidence. That's the odd thing about my stand-up. I am very confident. I always was.

The self is the resultant of the interest of the genes.

Chaos is everywhere and chaos is wonderful. That's all there really is. There is no today. There is no tomorrow. There is only eternity, perfection, consciousness, power, and light.

I think it's good to surround yourself with people you care about and that care about you, and you all trust each other, and then you don't have to worry about problems and shitty stuff happening.

Most of us only find our own voices after we've sounded like a lot of other people.

In terms of merit, sports has mathematical statistics. That's how you know who the best player is.

Have the courage "to swim against the tide". Have the courage to be happy.

Whatever is going on in your mind is what you are attracting.

Of what import are brief, nameless lives . . . to Galactus?