I won twenty-eight games in thirty-five and I couldn't believe my eyes when the Cards sent me a contract with a cut in salary. Mr Rickey said I deserved a cut because I didn't win thirty games.

I ain't what I used to be, but who the hell is?

The good Lord was good to me. He gave me a strong body, a good right arm, and a weak mind.

All ballplayers want to wind up their careers with the Cubs, Giants or Yankees. They just can't help it.

It ain't bragging if you can do it.