There never has been a man in the game who could put mind and muscle together quicker and with better judgment than Robinson.
Branch RickeyRead
I don't like the subtle infiltration of 'something for nothing' philosophies into the very hearthstone of the American family. I believe that 'Thou shalt earn the bread by the sweat of thy face' was a benediction and not a penalty. Work is the zest of life; there is joy in its pursuit.
Interpretation
Work should be seen as a source of joy and fulfillment rather than a burden.
In this quote, Branch Rickey emphasizes the importance of hard work and the value of earning one's keep. He rejects the idea of receiving benefits without effort, portraying work as a dignified and joyous pursuit that enriches life. He advocates for the traditional belief that effort and labor are essential to both personal satisfaction and the well-being of the family unit.
In practice
This quote can be used during a motivational speech about the value of hard work at a corporate event.
There never has been a man in the game who could put mind and muscle together quicker and with better judgment than Robinson.
Things worthwhile generally don’t just happen. Luck is a fact, but should not be a factor. Good luck is what is left over after intelligence and effort have combined at their best. Negligence or indifference are usually reviewed from an unlucky seat. The law of cause and effect and causality both work the same with inexorable exactitudes. Luck is the residue of design.
Cobb lived off the field as though he wished to live forever. He lived on the field as though it was his last day.
Luck is the residue of opportunity and design.
It (a baseball box score) doesn't tell how big you are, what church you attend, what color you are, or how your father voted in the last election. It just tells what kind of baseball player you were on that particular day.
Some day I'm going to have to stand before God, and if He asks me why I didn't let that [Jackie] Robinson fellow play ball, I don't think saying 'because of the color of his skin' would be a good enough answer.
Indeed, at hearing the news that 'the old god is dead', we philosophers and 'free spirits' feel illuminated by a new dawn; our heart overflows with gratitude, amazement, forebodings, expectation - finally the horizon seems clear again, even if not bright; finally our ships may set out again, set out to face any danger; every daring of the lover of knowledge is allowed again; the sea, our sea, lies open again; maybe there has never been such an 'open sea'.
You are -- your life, and nothing else.
. . . the mind is desperate to fix the river {of events} in place: Possessed by ideas of the past, preoccupied with images of the future, it overlooks the plain truth of the moment.
The word of man is the most durable of all material.
What is called generosity is usually only the vanity of giving; we enjoy the vanity more than the thing given.
All I know is I'm not a Marxist.
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