Cobb is a prick. But he sure can hit. God Almighty, that man can hit.

Don't ever forget two things I'm going to tell you. One, don't believe everything that's written about you. Two, don't pick up too many checks.

You just can't beat the person who never gives up.

Reading isn't good for a ballplayer. Not good for his eyes. If my eyes went bad even a little bit I couldn't hit home runs. So I gave up reading.

All I can tell them is pick a good one and sock it. I get back to the dugout and they ask me what it was I hit and I tell them I don't know except it looked good.

Yesterday's home runs don't win today's games.

If it wasn't for baseball, I'd be in either the penitentiary or the cemetery.

I learned early to drink beer, wine and whiskey. And I think I was about 5 when I first chewed tobacco.

Gee, its lonesome in the outfield. It's hard to keep awake with nothing to do.

If I'd just tried for them dinky singles I could've batted around .600.

Baseball changes through the years. It gets milder.

I didn't mean to hit the umpire with the dirt, but I did mean to hit that bastard in the stands.

I won't be happy until we have every boy in America between the ages of six and sixteen wearing a glove and swinging a bat.

Cobb is a prick. But he sure can hit. God Almighty, that man can hit.

I'll promise to go easier on drinking and to get to bed earlier, but not for you, fifty thousand dollars, or two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars will I give up women. They're too much fun.

I had only one superstition. I made sure to touch all the bases when I hit a home run.

All ballplayers should quit when it starts to feel as if all the baselines run uphill.

As soon as I got out there I felt a strange relationship with the pitcher's mound. It was as if I'd been born out there. Pitching just felt like the most natural thing in the world. Striking out batters was easy.

Baseball was, is and always will be to me the best game in the world.

Every strike brings me closer to the next home run.

Don't let the fear of striking out hold you back.

Paris ain't much of a town.

Let me show you how it's done... Loser!

How about a little noise. How do you expect a man to putt?

Who is richer? The man who is seen, but cannot see? Or the man who is not being seen, but can see?

The way a team plays as a whole determines its success. You may have the greatest bunch of individual stars in the world, but if they don't play together, the club won't be worth a dime.

Never let the fear of striking out get in your way.

Yesterday’s home runs don’t win today’s games.

Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.

The way a team plays as a whole determines its success. You may have the greatest bunch of individual stars in the world, but if they don’t play together, the club won’t be worth a dime.

You just can't beat the person who won't give up.

Its hard to beat a person who never gives up.

Dont let the fear of striking out hold you back.

Paris aint much of a town.

Its hard to beat a person that never gives up.

Never allow the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.

The way a team plays as a whole determines its success. You may have the greatest bunch of individual stars in the world, but if they don't play together, the club won't be worth a dime.

Songwriting is my gift from God.

This is God's work. Therefore it must be triumphant. There is no place for misgiving or despondency.

Many are needed to plant and water what has been planted now that the faith has spread so far and there are so many people... No matter who plants or waters, God gives no harvest unless what is planted is the faith of Peter and unless he agrees to his teachings.

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

I frankly don't care if you agree with my stand on abortion. I take that stand because no other stand is consistent with decent principles, and no other standard is consistent with the will of God.

The robe of flesh wears thin, and with the years God shines through all things.

The good poet sticks to his real loves, those within the realm of possibility. He never tries to hold hands with God or the human race.

Humanity is the sin of God.

Fight the good fight of faith, and God will give you spiritual mercies.

We are all gifted, but we have to discover the gift, uncover the gift, nurture and develop the gift and use it for the Glory of God and for the liberation struggle of our people.

This subsistence, or manner of being of God is his one essence so far as it has personal properties.

When you focus on being a blessing, God makes sure that you are always blessed in abundance.