Don't let the fear of striking out hold you back.
Every strike brings me closer to the next home run.
What the hell has Hoover got to do with it? Besides, I had a better year than he did.
Yesterday's home runs don't win today's games.
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.
All I can tell them is pick a good one and sock it. I get back to the dugout and they ask me what it was I hit and I tell them I don't know except it looked good.