Son, what kind of pitch would you like to miss.

I can’t tell you why there’s a delay, but stick your head out of the window and you’ll know why.

I ain’t what I used to be, but who the hell is?

Anybody who’s ever had the privilege of seeing me play knows that I am the greatest pitcher in the world.

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.

The good Lord was good to me. He gave me a strong body, a good right arm, and a weak mind.

It ain’t bragging if you can do it.

All ballplayers want to wind up their careers with the Cubs, Giants or Yankees. They just can’t help it.

Son, what kind of pitch would you like to miss.

I never keep a scorecard or the batting averages. I hate statistics. What I got to know, I keep in my head.

Practice, work hard, and give it everything you have.

Mr. Rickey, I’ll put more people in the park than anybody since Babe Ruth.

The doctors x-rayed my head and found nothing.

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.

I was blessed with a strong arm and a weak mind.