Ninety feet between the bases is the nearest thing to perfection that man has yet achieved.

Writing is very much like bricklaying. You learn to put one brick on top of another and spread the mortar so thick.

Unlike the normal pattern, I know I have grown more liberal as I've grown older. I have become more convinced that there is room for improvement in the world.

I like to get where the cabbage is cooking and catch the scents.

Ninety feet between home plate and first base may be the closest man has ever come to perfection.

The natural habitat of the tongue is the left cheek.

It's no accident that of all the monuments left of the Greco- Roman culture the biggest is the ballpark, the Colosseum, the YankeeStadium of ancient times.