My baseball career was a long, long initiation into a single secret: At the heart of all things is love.

The opponents and I are really one. My strength and skills only half of the equation. The other half is theirs. An opponent is someone whose strength joined to yours creates a certain result.

The efforts you make will surely be rewarded. If not, then you are simply not ready to call them efforts.

At the heart of all things is love.

I enjoy baseball more than anything and would like to be involved with it forever, but the reality is your survival is determined by how well you compete, not by your fondness for the game.

I had strong legs that would have made me a good sumo wrestler and I used that to my advantage, but my home runs were achieved by technique.

I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain.

Happiness resides not in possessions, and not in gold, happiness dwells in the soul.

It's sad when you see someone do really well and then you just don't hear about them anymore.

To the rest of us the supreme vindication of the scholar's view lies in their invincible allegiance to the Jewish heritage - a steadfastness that has been matched only by that of their rescuers.

Inside each of us is a monster; inside each of us is a saint. The real question is which one we nurture the most, which one will smite the other.

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In politics, an absurdity in public business is going into it.

I'm a martial arts buff, so anything martial arts.

The honeymoon phase always ends, for everyone.

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