I'm a human being. I'm not a piece of property. I'm not a consignment of goods.

The baseball establishment is permissive about revelry.

I am pleased that God made my skin black - but I wish He had made it thicker.

A well-paid slave is nonetheless a slave.

There is no such thing as bragging. You're either lying or telling the truth.

Whatever I contributed to the unique morale of the Cardinals was part of this growth, and so, of course, was my decision to have it out in public with the owners of organized baseball.

Dear Mr. Kuhn, After twelve years in the major leagues, I do not feel that I am a piece of property to be bought and sold irrespective of my wishes

And I'd be lying if I told you that as a black man in baseball I hadn't gone through worse times than my teammates.

People try to make a Greek tragedy of my life, and they can't do it. I'm too happy.

I'd often wondered what would I do if I were ever traded, because it happened many, many times.

I lost money, coaching jobs, a shot at the Hall of Fame.

How can we lead the blind, if we are blind ourselves? His wine is coming to blur our vision, so that we can receive His vision.

Don't compare yourself to other MOMS... We are all just winging it, just some hide it better than others.

I was all the time tugging and carrying water. But now I have a river that carries me.

The ides of March are come.

The devil had as good have let Paul alone, for he no sooner comes into prison but he falls a preaching, at which the gates of Satan's prison fly open, and poor sinners come forth.

Nothing twists and deforms the soul more than a low or unworthy conception of God

It was a well-known fact that the richness of buttery foods led to the moral ruin and confusion of the intellect.

I'd have to say Bali's my favorite place that I've visited.

You are the woman of my heart. The one I have been awaiting the whole of my life, though I didn't know it until I spied you. there isn't one thing that makes you special to me, but all things.

Are you determined to leave me in this world to live without my heart?