Cobb lived off the field as though he wished to live forever. He lived on the field as though it was his last day.

Our pitching staff is a conspiracy of ifs.

It is not the honor that you take with you, but the heritage you leave behind.

Luck is the residue of design.

I don't care if I was a ditch-digger at a dollar a day, I'd want to do my job better than the fellow next to me. I'd want to be the best at whatever I do.

It was all I lived for, to play baseball.