Baseball is like church. Many attend few understand.
Win any way as long as you can get away with it. Nice guys finish last.
I believe in rules. Sure I do. If there weren't any rules, how could you break them?
It is decidedly not true that 'nice guys finish last'.
I never questioned the integrity of an umpire. Their eyesight, yes.
This guy don't come to the ballpark to beat you. He comes to beat you bad. This (Jackie) Robinson, he plays a ton.
You don't save a pitcher for tomorrow. Tomorrow it may rain.
I never did say that you can't be a nice guy and win. I said that if I was playing third base and my mother rounded third with the winning run, I'd trip her up.
Five runs ahead and he'd knock in all the runs I could ask for. One run behind and he was going to kill me.
Give me some scratching, diving, hungry ballplayers who come to kill you.
God watches over drunks and third baseman.
I made a game effort to argue but two things were against me: the umpires and the rules.
Some guys are admired for coming to play, as the saying goes. I prefer those who come to kill.
Show me a good sportsman and I'll show you a player I'm looking to trade.
Branch Rickey once said of me that I was a man with an infinite capacity for immediately making a bad thing worse.
To some it's a six-pack, to me it's a "support group". Salvation in a can!
What are we out at the park for except to win?
There are only five things you can do in baseball - run, throw, catch, hit and hit with power.
Breaks like a ball falling off a pool table.
What are we at the park for except to win? I'd trip my mother. I'd help her up, brusher her off, tell her I'm sorry. But mother don't make it to third.
In order to become a big-league manager you have to be in the right place at the right time. That's rule number one.
There is only one way to pitch to Musial - under the plate.
Ballplayers are a superstitious breed, nobody more than I, and while you are winning you'd murder anybody who tried to change your sweatshirt, let alone your uniform.
In the olden days, the umpire didn't have to take any courses in mind reading. The pitcher told you he was going to throw at you.
Luck? If the roof fell in and Diz (Dean) was sitting in the middle of the room, everybody else would be buried and a gumdrop would fall in his mouth.
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