The grave is, I suspect, the sole commonwealth which attains that dead flat of social equality that life in its every principle so heartily abhors.
I never could stand losing. Second place didn't interest me. I had a fire in my belly.
When I played ball, I didn't play for fun. . . . It's no pink tea, and mollycoddles had better stay out. It's a contest and everything that implies, a struggle for supremacy, a survival of the fittest.
A ball bat is a wondrous weapon.
Every great batter works on the theory that the pitcher is more afraid of him than he is of the pitcher.
The first time I faced him I watched him take that easy windup and then something went past me that made me flinch. The thing just hissed with danger. We couldn't touch him. . . Every one of us knew we'd met the most powerful arm ever turned loose in a ball park.
I may have been fierce, but never low or underhand.
Know, Nature's children all divide her care, The fur that warms a monarch warmed a bear.
I'm a big fan of George Carlin's.
It's HE-RO," the boy argued. "No," the girl insisted, "it's HER-O.
My situation gives me certain ideas about beauty or the excitement of life, but that doesn't mean other people can necessarily appreciate it.