I never keep a scorecard or the batting averages. I hate statistics. What I got to know, I keep in my head.

He (Bill Terry) once hit a ball between my legs so hard that my center-fielder caught it on the fly backing up against the wall.

The good Lord was good to me. He gave me a strong body, a good right arm, and a weak mind.

I can't tell you why there's a delay, but stick your head out of the window and you'll know why.

It ain't braggin' if you really done it.

Why, they shot the wrong McKinley!

It ain't bragging if you can do it.