I was blessed with a strong arm and a weak mind.

If Satch (Paige) and I were pitching on the same team, we would clinch the pennant by July fourth and go fishing until World Series time.

I won twenty-eight games in thirty-five and I couldn't believe my eyes when the Cards sent me a contract with a cut in salary. Mr. Rickey said I deserved a cut because I didn't win thirty games.

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

It puzzles me how they know what corners are good for filling stations. Just how did they know gas and oil was under there?

It ain't bragging if you can do it.

I ain't what I used to be, but who the hell is?