We devote our entire lives to becoming good ball players. We take batting practice until our hands bleed.

Judgment traps you within the limitations of your comparisons. It inhibits freedom.

I was bred as an outcast, part Negro and part Seminole, in my early years raised as an Indian.

The bat is gone, but the smile remains.

They give you a round bat and they throw you a round ball. And they tell you to hit it square.

To be successful, one must take chances.

I don't really feel that I deserve all my applause.