Hotter 'n hell, ain't it, Prez?

I hear the cheers when they roared and the jeers when they echoed.

I thank heaven we have had baseball in this world... the kids... our national pastime.

I said I'm going to hit the next one right over the flagpole. God must have been with me.

I don't give a damn about any actors. What good will John Barrymore do you with the bases loaded and two down in a tight ball game. Either I get the money (more than Barrymore), or I don't play!

If it wasn't for baseball, I'd be in either the penitentiary or the cemetery. I have the same violent temper my father and older brother had. Both died of injuries from street fights in Baltimore, fights begun by flare-ups of their tempers.

Don't be afraid to take advice. There's always something new to learn.

Aw, everybody knows that game, the day I hit the homer off ole Charlie Root there in Wrigley Field, the day October first, the third game of that thirty-two World Series. But right now I want to settle all arguments. I didn't exactly point to any spot, like the flagpole. Anyway, I didn't mean to, I just sorta waved at the whole fence, but that was foolish enough. All I wanted to do was give that thing a ride... outta the park... anywhere.

I swing big, with everything I've got. I hit big or I miss big. I like to live as big as I can.