Paris ain't much of a town.
(Ty) Cobb is a prick. But he sure can hit. God Almighty, that man can hit.
What I am, what I have, what I am going to leave behind me - all this I owe to the game of baseball.
What do I think about when I strike out? I think about hitting home runs.
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.
The only real game, I think, in the world is baseball.