The ballplayer who loses his head, who can't keep his cool, is worse than no ballplayer at all.

Fans, for the past two weeks you have been reading about a bad break I got. Yet today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.

We were mighty short of infielders in those days

I'm not a headline guy. I know that as long as I was following Ruth to the plate I could have stood on my head and no one would have known the difference.

There is no room in baseball for discrimination. It is our national pastime and a game for all.

When you have a wife who has been a tower of strength and shown more courage than you dreamed existed - that's the finest I know.

It's a pretty big shadow. It gives me lots of room to spread myself.