I became an optimist when I discovered that I wasn't going to win any more games by being anything else.

I'd rather you walk with the bases loaded.

Optimism is the cheerful frame of mind that enables a teakettle to sing, though in hot water up to its nose.

I never got many questions about my managing. I tried to get twenty-five guys who didn't ask questions.

Team speed for Christ's sake. You got bleeping' bleep bleep little fleas on the bleeping' bases getting picked off, trying to steal, getting thrown out, taking runs away from you. You get some big bleep bleepers that can hit the bleeping ball out of ballpark and you can't make any bleep bleeping mistakes.

I don't think, in all the years I managed them, I ever spoke more than thirty words to Frank and Brooks Robinson.

Momentum? Momentum is the next day's starting pitcher.