The good Lord was good to me. He gave me a strong body, a good right 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.
I ain't what I used to be, but who the hell is?
All ballplayers want to wind up their careers with the Cubs, Giants or Yankees. They just can't help it.
It ain't bragging if you can do it.
I never keep a scorecard or the batting averages. I hate statistics. What I got to know, I keep in my head.