I have observed that baseball is not unlike war, and when you get right down to it, we batters are the heavy artillery.

The base paths belonged to me, the runner. The rules gave me the right. I always went into a bag full speed, feet first. I had sharp spikes on my shoes. If the baseman stood where he had no business to be and got hurt, that was his fault.

I never could stand losing. Second place didn't interest me. I had a fire in my belly.

He batted against spitballs, shineballs, emeryballs and all the other trick deliveries. He never figured anything out or studied anything with the same scientific approach I gave it. He just swung. If he'd ever had any knowledge of batting, his average would have been phenomenal. ... he seemed content to just punch the ball, and I can still see those line drives whistling to the far precincts. Joe Jackson hit the ball harder than any man ever to play baseball.

I have observed that baseball is not unlike war, and when you get right down to it, we batters are the heavy artillery.

I had to fight all my life to survive. They were all against me, but I beat the bastards and left them in the ditch.

Walter Johnson's fastball looked about the size of a watermelon seed and it hissed at you as it passed.