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

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.

Baseball is a game where a curve is an optical illusion, a screwball can be a pitch or a person, stealing is legal and you can spit anywhere you like except in the umpire's eye or on the ball.

My dad was a carpenter and I would work with him during the summer and umpire on the nights I wasn't playing.

Whenever you have a tight situation and there's a close pitch, the umpire gets a squawk no matter how he calls it.

The job of arguing with the umpire belongs to the manager, because it won't hurt the team if he gets thrown out of the game.

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

An angry player can't argue with the back of an umpire who is walking away.

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.

Peace is the umpire for doing the will of God.

The ultimate umpire of all things in life is Fact.

In the olden days, the umpire didn't have to take any courses in mind reading. The pitcher told you he was going to throw at you.

You had to pitch in and out. The zone didn't belong to the hitters; it belonged to the pitchers. Today, if you pitch too far inside, the umpire would stop you right there. I don't think it's fair.

I never questioned the integrity of an umpire. Their eyesight, yes.