When we make a mistake, it becomes front-page news. We don't need any reporter telling us how badly we played.

Some suggestions for you :

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

I've always been a slave to my heart.

I was bred as an outcast, part Negro and part Seminole, in my early years raised as an Indian.

The bat is gone, but the smile remains.

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

I see a lot of people who love their jobs. I see some garbage collectors smiling as they go about their work.

Playing baseball was my dream, and no amount of money could sway my opinion.

Judgment traps you within the limitations of your comparisons. It inhibits freedom.

To middle-class parents, the project team may have seemed unfit for children, but it was exactly what I needed.

I loved to hit with men on base and with the game on the line.

Simple pleasures were all the pleasures that I knew as a child.

If a reporter doesn't like the person he's writing about, it shows up in his article.

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

I would always reserve a special place in my heart for Pittsburgh.