I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game.

I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long and long.

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom - one brief hour of madness and joy.

O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!

The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.

A Song of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms - a song of the soil of fields. A song with the smell of sun-dried hay, where the nimble pitchers handle the pitch-fork; A song tasting of new wheat, and of fresh-husk'd maize.

If you done it, it ain't bragging.