Carnegie Hall was real fabulous, but you know, it ain't as big as the Grand Ole Opry.

I recorded a song called, I Fall to Pieces, and I was in a car wreck. Now I'm worried because I have a brand-new record, and it's called Crazy!

Oh, I offended you with my opinion? You should hear the the ones I keep to myself.

I have gotten more than I asked for. All that I ever wanted was to hear my voice on record and have a song among the Top 20.

It seems that every time I stick my neck out, I get my foot into something else.

If you can't do it with feeling - don't.

Oh, I just sing like I hurt inside.

If I made a list of the people I admire, Mom would probably fill up half of it. She could do anything and everything.

You want me to act like we've never kissed, you want to forget; pretend we've never met , and I've tried and I've tried, but I haven't yet... You walk by, and I fall to pieces.

Jesus has been in my room. He has taken my hand and told me, No, Not now. I have other things for you to do.

I got me a hit record and I ain't never made a cent from it.

God loved us before he made us and his love has never diminished and never shall.

Falling in love isn't about expectations or an outcome.It is about the sheer, weightless, joyous terror of falling into the universal embrace.

Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its counterfeit.

Polls suggest that more and more, opposition to Obamacare is based on voters' personal experience, and not just on what they have heard or read about the law.

We're all learning here; the best listeners will end up the smartest.

As a fairly objective judgment, I do think that my plays as they come out are better than most other things that are put on the same year. But that doesn't make them very good necessarily.

A President must call on many persons--some to man the ramparts and to watch the far away, distant posts; others to lead us in science, medicine, education and social progress here at home.

I still believe in this country, that it can fulfill the destiny Blake and Whitman envisioned. I still believe in American poetry.

Give time and permit a short delay, impetuosity ruins everything.

So long, Mom I'm off to drop the bomb So don't wait up for me But while you swelter Down there in your shelter You can see me On your TV