When you have a wonderful mother-in-law who takes sides with you in squabbles with her own daughter - that's something.

I'm not a headline guy. I know that as long as I was following Ruth to the plate I could have stood on my head and no one would have known the difference.

I love to win, but I love to lose almost as much. I love the thrill of victory, and I also love the challenge of defeat.

I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.

The ballplayer who loses his head, who can't keep his cool, is worse than no ballplayer at all.

You don t get the breaks unless you play with the team instead of against it.

There is no room in baseball for discrimination. It is our national pastime and a game for all.

I may have had a tough break, but I have an awful lot to live for.

Fans, for the past two weeks you have been reading about a bad break I got. Yet today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.

When you have a wife who has been a tower of strength and shown more courage than you dreamed existed - that's the finest I know.

We were mighty short of infielders in those days

Mary-Kate and Ashley, who played Michelle, were great. I miss them, I love them, and I need to borrow some money from them.

I think luck gets you on to the stage. But it has nothing to do with keeping you there.

No one goes into standup to make money. The frustration and rejection are just too much.

The modern campus is deeply obsessed by race and gender, and not much else.

The Universe does not compensate individuals based on the activity of work, but on the activity of consciousness.

I want to find someone who's really magnetic but who isn't going to do anything bad to me. It's hard.

Something smells fishy and they say it's you, all I know is that you made it with the whole damn crew.

Sometimes our arms are so full with the burdens we carry that it hinders our view of the load those around us are staggering beneath.

Until you appreciate something crucial - It is incredibly easy to manipulate us as to who counts as an Us, who as a Them.

Art is sometimes likened to a mirror... an expression of universal human truth, executed with a degree of skill.