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

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.

What the hell has (Herbert) Hoover got to do with it? Anyway, I had a better year than he did.

I swing big, with everything I've got. I hit big or I miss big. I like to live as big as I can.

If it wasn't for baseball, I'd be in either the penitentiary or the cemetery. I have the same violent temper my father and older brother had. Both died of injuries from street fights in Baltimore, fights begun by flare-ups of their tempers.

It's hard to beat somebody when they don't give up.

I'm only going one way.