Life is one big transition.

The bat is gone, but the smile remains.

My first job after my retirement from baseball was as a narrator for the Eastman Philharmonica.

Unfortunately, inner feelings and potential are often stunted by our parents, relatives or peers.

I wasn't out drinking and abusing my body. I simply loved to go out and dance.

Never had I had so many friends and so much fun as I did in the projects.

I'm a God-fearing man who worships with my heart and with my life.

To me, baseball has always been a reflection of life. Like life, it adjusts. It survives everything.

I never search for a reason why - I have faith in the Lord's purpose.

Baseball for me was instinctive, born within me, given to me as a gift from God.

Love soothes wounds, while hatred and violence deepen them.

Human beings are pampered by the Lord. Their real tests don't come until later in life.

Trying to hit Sandy Koufax was like trying to drink coffee with a fork.

They give you a round bat and they throw you a round ball. And they tell you to hit it square.

It's supposed to be fun, the man says 'Play Ball' not 'Work Ball' you know.

Helping someone is what life is all about.

To be successful, one must take chances.

I eventually became proud of my strikeouts, because each one represented another learning experience.

I've always been a slave to my heart.