"I'm going over the valley." (Dying from throat cancer, his doctor found him wandering around his room, asked him where was he going?)

I said I'm going to hit the next one right over the flagpole. God must have been with me.

What the hell difference does it make?

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

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.

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

Wealth is always attracted, never pursued.