And luck? I've always said about Dizzy Dean that if the roof fell in and Diz was sitting in the middle of the room, everybody else would be buried in the debris and a gumdrop would drop into his mouth.

This guy don't come to the ballpark to beat you. He comes to beat you bad. This (Jackie) Robinson, he plays a ton.

Some guys are admired for coming to play, as the saying goes. I prefer those who come to kill.

In the olden days, the umpire didn't have to take any courses in mind reading. The pitcher told you he was going to throw at you.

I never questioned the integrity of an umpire. Their eyesight, yes.

Five runs ahead and he'd knock in all the runs I could ask for. One run behind and he was going to kill me.

Branch Rickey once said of me that I was a man with an infinite capacity for immediately making a bad thing worse.