Babe Ruth (1895 – 1948)
American Major League Baseball player from 1914 to 1935, named as the greatest baseball player in history in various surveys and rankings.
If I'd just tried for them dinky singles I could've batted around six hundred!
Keed, I'll give you a little bit of advice. Don't believe anything they write about you, good or bad. Two, get the dough while the getting is good, but don't break your heart trying to get it. And don't pick up too many checks!
I only have one: whenever I hit a home run I make certain to touch all four bases.
Yes, he's a prick, but he sure can hit. God Almighty, that man can hit!
Every strike brings me closer to the next home run.
I'll promise to go easier on drinking and to get to bed earlier, but not for you, fifty thousand dollars, or two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars will I give up women. They're too much fun.
To my little sick pal. I will try to knock you another homer, maybe two today.
I'd play for half my salary if I could hit in this dump all the time.
I decided to pick out the greatest hitter to watch and study, and Jackson was good enough for me.
After all, there's only one aswer to be made to the young fellow who is asking constantly for advice as to how to hit. The answer is: "Pick out a good one and sock it!"
I didn't mean to hit the umpire with the dirt, but I did mean to hit that bastard in the stands.
All ballplayers should quit when it starts to feel as if all the baselines run uphill.
I copied Jackson's style because I thought he was the greatest hitter I had ever seen, the greatest natural hitter I ever saw. He's the guy who made me a hitter.
A man who knows he's making money for other people ought to get some of the profits he brings in. Don't make any difference if it's baseball or a bank or a vaudeville show. It's business, I tell you. There ain't no sentiment to it. Forget that stuff.
The way a team plays as a whole determines its success. You may have the greatest bunch of individual stars in the world, but if they don't play together, the club won't be worth a dime.
I can't honestly say that I appreciate the way in which he changed baseball — from a game of science to an extension of his powerful slugging — but he was the most natural and unaffected man I ever knew. No one ever loved life more. No one ever inspired more youngsters. I have reverence for his marvelous ability . I look forward to meeting him again some day.
The only real game — I think — in the world is baseball.
Babe's interviewer interrupted to point the hole in which Babe put himself Saturday when he pointed out the spot he intended hitting his home run and asked the Great Man if he realized how ridiculous he would have appeared if he had struck out?
"I never thought of it," said the Great Man. He simply had made up his mind to hit a home run and he did.
He wasn’t a baseball player. He was a worldwide celebrity, an international star, the likes of which baseball has never seen since.
I swing as hard as I can, and I try to swing right through the ball. In boxing, your fist usually stops when you hit a man, but its possible to hit so hard that your fist doesn't stop. I try to follow through in the same way. The harder you grip the bat, the more you can swing it through the ball, and the farther the ball will go. I swing big, with everything I've got. I hit big or I miss big. I like to live as big as I can.