If you want to hit home runs, you've go to swing a lot.

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

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

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

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

Aw, everybody knows that game, the day I hit the homer off ole Charlie Root there in Wrigley Field, the day October first, the third game of that thirty-two World Series. But right now I want to settle all arguments. I didn't exactly point to any spot, like the flagpole. Anyway, I didn't mean to, I just sorta waved at the whole fence, but that was foolish enough. All I wanted to do was give that thing a ride... outta the park... anywhere.

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