I come to win.

Winning is a habit.

Nice guys finish last.

Stick a fork in him. He's done.

God watches over drunks and third baseman.

Breaks like a ball falling off a pool table.

What are we out at the park for except to win?

You can't get any pictures from way back there.

What are we out at the park for, except to win?

Show me a good loser and I'll show you an idiot.

Nobody ever won a pennant without a star shortstop.

Baseball is like church. Many attend few understand.

It is decidedly not true that 'nice guys finish last'.

There is only one way to pitch to Musial - under the plate.

You don't save a pitcher for tomorrow. Tomorrow it may rain.

As long as I've got a chance to beat you I'm going to take it.

As long as I've got one chance to beat you I'm going to take it.

I never questioned the integrity of an umpire. Their eyesight, yes.

Win any way as long as you can get away with it. Nice guys finish last.

Give me some scratching, diving, hungry ballplayers who come to kill you.

Show me a good sportsman and I'll show you a player I'm looking to trade.

To some it's a six-pack, to me it's a "support group". Salvation in a can!

When you're in professional sports, winning is the only thing that matters.

You argue with the umpire because there is nothing else you can do about it.

I believe in rules. Sure I do. If there weren't any rules, how could you break them?

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.

There are only five things you can do in baseball - run, throw, catch, hit and hit with power.

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.

If you don't win, you're going to be fired. If you do win, you've only put off the day you're going to be fired.

How you play the game is for college ball. When you're playing for money, winning is the only thing that matters.

This guy don't come to the ballpark to beat you. He comes to beat you bad. This (Jackie) Robinson, he plays a ton.

Branch Rickey once said of me that I was a man with an infinite capacity for immediately making a bad thing worse.

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.

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.

Buy a steak for a player on another club after the game, but don't even speak to him on the field. Get out there and beat them to death.

There is a thin line between genius and insanity, and in Larry's (MacPhail) case it was sometimes so thin you could see him drifting back and forth.

It's possible to spend money anywhere in the world if you put your mind to it, something I proved conclusively by running up huge debts in Cincinnati.

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.

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.

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.

And luck? I've always said about Dizzy Dean that if the roof fell in and Diz was sitting in the middle of the room, everybody else would be buried in the debris and a gumdrop would drop into his mouth.

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