If you pour some music on whatever's wrong, it'll sure help out.

If it doesn't come from your heart, music just doesn't work.

Most of our stuff was trial and error. You live with a tape recorder, you turn it on, you play the song and you listen to it.

Songs don't wear out. Good songs are good now. If they were a comfort during those hard times in the past, they'll be a comfort in today's age.

The power of music just kinda kills all those ills; it cures everything and you’ve got more energy just from the music. And, I’ve never seen it fail. It’s good for ya; real good for ya.

Those bad times are important. They give you a chance to practice, listen, take stock, have a life, get your feet back on the ground, and maybe you'll live to tell the story.

If you give it good concentration, good energy, good heart and good performance, the song will play you.

Music is the language of heaven.

A friend of mine took me to Memphis advised me that I should get in the musicians' union. He gave me a set of drums and said, Stay on the job, son.

The crowd is just as important as the group. It takes everything to make it work.

Drums just always sounded like the most fun part of that good music for me.

True strength resides in the heart, alongside beauty. So when in distress remember that you are courageously beautiful.

Putting lifestyle first is how you find a job- not a calling.

We've taken the lifeblood out of Christianity and put Kool-Aid in its place so that it tastes better to the crowds, and the consequences are catastrophic. ~Follow Me, pg. 7

The ancient wisdom of the masters says that even a mighty oak was once a nut like you.

Even when I was a teen model, I didn't think it was fair that I had to enter the acting world to get insurance.

Breakfast without orange juice is like a day without sunshine.

Don't let anything or anyone define you. You are what you are because of what you make of tough situations in your life.

People are eternally divided into two classes, the believer, builder, and praiser...and the unbeliever, destroyer and critic.

I prefer the old masters, by which I mean John Ford, John Ford, and John Ford.

Hell, I don't know if he speaks French.