There's no one who's dropped on top of the mountain. You've got to work your way to the top.
We rush for the stars as we crawl toward our graves.
That's it. Curtains. Off to the races. Treetops. Seashells and balloons.
You better have great practices.
Butch, you come from DeWitt Clinton. There are five thousand brothers in that school. You're the best there. You've been all-city two years in a row. How bad can you be? You come with me and we'll make nice music.
I'm not saying that they were Einsteins; they were marginal students. But every ballplayer whoever touched me has moved up his station in life. And the players moved up my station.