The farmer doesn't care for the pitchers' battle that resolves itself into a checkers game. The farmer loves the dramatic, and slugging is more dramatic than even the cleverest pitching.

I hope I never do anything to hurt baseball.

I hope he (Babe Ruth) lives to hit one-hundred homers in a season. I wish him all the luck in the world. He has everybody else, including myself, hopelessly outclassed.

If a man is to shed the light of the sun upon other men, he must first of all have it within himself.

Music. A meaningless acceleration in the rhythm of celestial experience.

You should *have* an experience

For in grief nothing 'stays put.' One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral?

Listen, son. You and I are professionals. If the manager says sacrifice, we lay down a bunt and let somebody else hit the homeruns.

So that's where it differs for me now, it's the creativity, versus, the raunchiness from back in the days. So I just try to be more creative nowadays.

No unemployment insurance can be compared to an alliance between a man and a plot of land.

I don't think roles help you resolve your issues. I just think they're good markers.

Whoever governs Singapore must have that iron in him. Or give it up. This is not a game of cards.

Don't confuse what FEELS right, for what IS right.