It took me a long time to learn how to write a good song.

I'm just trying to keep things simple, and just be a little more offhand and not get so deep into things. Enjoy what you got right now, because who knows what's going to happen tomorrow.

Call me a relic, call me what you will, say I'm old fashion, say I'm over the hill. Today's music ain't got the same soul, I like that old time rock and roll.

Those are the memories that made me a wealthy soul.

Stood alone on a mountain top, starin' out at the Great Divide. I could go east, I could go west, it was all up to me to decide. Just then I saw a young hawk flyin' and my soul began to rise.

The years rolled slowly past and I found myself alone. Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends, I found myself further and further from my home.

I write probably 80 percent of my stuff over the winter.

Mediocrity's easy, the good things take time, the great need commitment.

Up with the sun. Gone with the wind.

Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then.

When you're in a relationship, you're always surrounded by a ring of circumstances... joined together by a wedding ring, or in a boxing ring.

Skies are crying, I am watching, Catching teardrops in my hands.Only silence, as it's ending, Like we never had a chance.Do you have to make me feelLike there's nothing left of me?

There are such repulsive faces in the world.

Being with her is my survival

Our dilemma is that we hate change and love it at the same time what we really want is for things to remain the same but get better.

Truth is quite beyond the reach of satire. There is so brave a simplicity in her that she can no more be made ridiculous than an oak or a pine.

I feel like I don't have all the ingredients a person is supposed to have.

It will be celebrated... with pomp and parade... bonfires and illuminations from one end of this continent to the other.

The labor movement was the principal force that transforme­d misery and despair into hope and progress.

My motto is 'Love and let love' - with the one stipulation that people who love in glass-houses should breathe on the windows.

By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world.