If there's one pitch you keep swinging at and keep missing, stop swinging at it.

When I'm sittin' down to dinner with the family, stuff [another Yogiism] just pops out. And they'll say, 'Dad, you just said another one.' And I don't even know what the heck I said.

All pitchers are liars or crybabies.

How can you think and hit at the same time?

It ain't the heat, it's the humility.

I'm a lucky guy and I'm happy to be with the Yankees. And I want to thank everyone for making this night necessary.

I don't know (if they were men or women running naked across the field). They had bags over their heads.