Unless you give it all you've got, there isn't any sense in playing.

Always wanted to be a Major League player. Loved baseball. Followed it. Loved to play. Plus, I could always hit.

The key to hitting for high average is to relax, concentrate, and don't hit the fly ball to center field.

I learned to hit with a broomstick and a ball of tape and I could always get that bat on the ball.

There is no one correct way to bat, and so of course there is no one correct stance for it.

I never realized that batting a little ball around could cause so much commotion. I now know how (Charles) Lindbergh must have felt when he returned from St. Louis.

It seemed like I always did some great hitting in Brooklyn. The field there was close to the stands. Every time I started walking to the plate, I could hear the fans say, 'Here comes that man again. Here comes that man.'