When I came to Detroit I was just a mild-mannered Sunday-school boy.

I may have been fierce, but never low or underhand.

When I began playing the game, baseball was about as gentlemanly as a kick in the crotch.

To get along with me, don’t increase my tension.

I had pencil and paper ready and put my hand out to sign,

Speed is a great asset; but it’s greater when it’s combined with quickness – and there’s a big difference.

I saw all the greats,

The way those clubs shift against Ted Williams, I can’t understand how he can be so stupid not to accept the challenge to him and hit to left field.

A ball bat is a wondrous weapon.

[This was the world of] small ball … was about as gentlemanly as a kick in the crotch.

Every great batter works on the theory that the pitcher is more afraid of him than he is of the pitcher.

I have observed that baseball is not unlike a war, and when you come right down to it, we batters are the heavy artillery.

Baseball was one-hundred percent of my life.

Baseball is a red-blooded sport for red-blooded men. It’s no pink tea, and mollycoddles had better stay out. It’s a struggle for supremacy, a survival of the fittest.

The great American game should be an unrelenting war of nerves.

I never could stand losing. Second place didn’t interest me. I had a fire in my belly.

Once Walton went down this road … where he was persuaded Libby was entitled to some of the information, this issue (of national security) was going to haunt this trial.

I had to fight all my life to survive. They were all against me… but I beat the bastards and left them in the ditch.

She did not leak any classified information, and she did not have access to the information apparently attributed to her by some government officials.

The base paths belonged to me, the runner. The rules gave me the right. I always went into a bag full speed, feet first. I had sharp spikes on my shoes. If the baseman stood...

Her hope is to be able to pursue her planned retirement from two decades of distinguished public service to do community service law.

Don’t come home a failure.

[In his grief, the promotion] didn’t matter much, … Father won’t know it.

I regret to this day that I never went to college. I feel I should have been a doctor.

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...

The crowd makes the ballgame.