No one hit home runs the way Babe (Ruth) did. They were something special. They were like homing pigeons. The ball would leave the bat, pause briefly, suddenly gain its bearings, then take off for the stands.

It's better to be lucky than good.

I was never nervous when I had the ball, but when I let go I was scared to death.

If you don't throw it, they can't hit it.

I'm something like the old soak who never knew whether his wife told him to take one drink and come home at 12, or take 12 and come home at one.

When I first signed with the Yankees, the regulars wouldn't talk to you until you were with the team three or four years. Nowadays the rookies get $100,000 to sign and they don't talk to the regulars.

One rule I had was make your best pitch and back up third base. That relay might get away and you've got another shot at him.