Eat your words! Eat your words! I am the greatest.
You don t get the breaks unless you play with the team instead of against it.
I'm not a headline guy. I know that as long as I was following Ruth to the plate I could have stood on my head and no one would have known the difference.
I love to win, but I love to lose almost as much. I love the thrill of victory, and I also love the challenge of defeat.
You have to get knocked down to realize how people really feel about you. I've realized that more than ever lately. The other day, I was on my way to the car. It was hailing, the streets were slippery and I was having a tough time of it. I came to a corner and started to slip. But before I could fall, four people jumped out of nowhere to help me. When I thanked them, they all said they knew about my illness and had been keeping an eye on me.
I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.
The ballplayer who loses his head, who can't keep his cool, is worse than no ballplayer at all.
This is the holy reasoning of love; it draws no license from grace, but rather feels the strong constraints of gratitude leading it to holiness.
One thing modeling taught me is that the spotlight can change everything.
If you cannot come to the party, do not cancel at the last minute or give a message to a child to inform the host. And don't bother explaining why you can't attend because anything after 'because' is bullshit.
Eccentricity, to be socially acceptable, had still to have at least four or five generations of inbreeding behind it.