I Hear The Cheers When They Roared

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.

I Only Have One Superstition: I Make Sure To Touch All The Bases When I Hit A Home Run.

Wealth Is Always Attracted, Never Pursued.

What I Am, What I Have, What I Am Going To Leave Behind Me - All This I Owe To The Game Of Baseball.

What The Hell Has (herbert) Hoover Got To Do With It? Anyway, I Had A Better Year Than He Did.