Suffering is overrated. It doesn't teach you anything.

The Falstaff people, romantics all, went for it. They were so anxious to find out what I was going to do that they could hardly bear to wait out the two weeks. I was rather anxious to find out what I was going to do, too.

When there is no room for individualism in ballparks, then there will be no room for individualism in life.

Suffering is overated.

If U.S. Grant had been leading a team of baseball players, they'd have second guessed him all the way to the doorknob of the Appomattox Courthouse.

The true harbinger of spring is not crocuses or swallows returning to Capistrano, but the sound of the bat on the ball.

People identify with the swashbuckling individuals, not polite little men who field their position well. Sir Galahad had a big following - but I'll bet Lancelot had more.