I was blessed with a strong arm and a weak mind.
I won twenty-eight games in thirty-five and I couldn't believe my eyes when the Cards sent me a contract with a cut in salary. Mr Rickey said I deserved a cut because I didn't win thirty games.
All ballplayers want to wind up their careers with the Cubs, Giants or Yankees. They just can't help it.
Anybody who's ever had the privilege of seeing me play knows that I am the greatest pitcher in the world.
I ain't what I used to be, but who the hell is?
I never keep a scorecard or the batting averages. I hate statistics. What I got to know, I keep in my head.
Let the teachers teach English and I will teach baseball. There is a lot of people in the United States who say isn't, and they ain't eating.
Mr. Rickey, I'll put more people in the park than anybody since Babe Ruth.
Practice, work hard, and give it everything you have.
Son, what kind of pitch would you like to miss.
The doctors x-rayed my head and found nothing.
I can't tell you why there's a delay, but stick your head out of the window and you'll know why.
It ain't bragging if you can do it.
The good Lord was good to me. He gave me a strong body, a good right arm, and a weak mind.