Luck is a combination of confidence and getting the breaks.

You can learn little from victory. You can learn everything from defeat.

No man can have a 'yellow streak' and last. He must pay much attention to his nerves or temperament. He must hide every flaw.

I always tried to learn about the hitters. Anytime someone got a hit off me, I made a mental note of the pitch. He'd never see that one again.

Many baseball fans look upon an umpire as a sort of necessary evil to the luxury of baseball, like the odor that follows an automobile.

Anybody's best pitch is the one the batters ain't hitting that day.

You must have an alibi to show why you lost. If you haven't one, you must fake one. You self confidence must be maintained.

A boy cannot begin playing ball too early. I might almost say that while he is still creeping on all fours he should have a bouncing rubber ball.

I am not a veteran environmentalist. I don't live in a house made of recycled tires, I've never handcuffed myself to a tree, and I don't grow my own organic rutabaga.

I owe everything I have to them when I'm out there on the mound. But I owe the fans nothing and they owe me nothing when I am not pitching.

A young ballplayer looks on his first spring training trip as a stage struck young woman regards the theater.

So that is marriage, Lily thought, a man and a woman looking at a girl throwing a ball

Only when you observe with the intent to understand you will discover the deeper truth.

Aryal whispered, "If I start slapping people, I might not be able to stop.

When you accept that failure is a good thing, it can actually be a huge propeller toward success.

There is something suspect about our inability to enjoy anything.

Next moment he was standing erect on the rock again, with that smile on his face and a drum beating within him. It was saying, "To die will be an awfully big adventure.

If you run away from a thing just because you don't like it, you don't like what you find either.

We have these images, these icons before us that are not reality.

Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complete picture.

There can be no better grounding for a lifetime as an author than to see humanity in all its various guises through the lens of the reporter for the town.