She's wearing a ring that I bought on sale, and that makes her the property of this U.S. Male.

She Got The Gold Mine, I Got the Shaft.

I went around the corner to motion pictures.

Music is the most powerful thing on this earth, and it's hard to be angry when you are listening to music.

Pray for intestinal fortitude, work hard, and keep the faith. Oh, and pray for good luck, you're gonna need it.

I got my first guitar at age of 7 and never laid it down. Momma taught me G, C, and D. I was off to the races son!

Smokey and The Bandit was just a lark. All we did was run up and down those Georgia roads wrecking cars and having the time of our life.

I put on your sequined ball gown and I checked the mirror there. Why, I looked like Cindy Crawford, but with much more body hair.

I am very grateful to God everyday that my eyes flutter open and I can jump out of that bed!

I used to get on a stove wood pile at 5-6 years old and I would have a piece of stove wood and kindling bark as a pick, and I was a star.

I have spent over 60 years bent over a guitar and to know that I wrote 70 compositions that masters have recorded, that makes me feel so good and full, and proud and thankful to the good Lord.

Life is the greatest sacred existence.

Of Teddy Roosevelt and his siblings, the author writes they were, "armed with an innate curiosity and discipline fostered by his remarkable father.

It is better to be violent if there is violence in our hearts than to put on the cloak of non-violence to cover impotence.

The reveries of the dreamer advance his hopes, but not their realization. One good hour of earnest work is worth them all.

He was extremely reticent in his religious sentiments, at least in all that he wrote. Allusions to his belief are rarely, if ever, to be met with in his correspondence.

She's French, so she's teaching them French, and their previous nanny was Spanish, so they're fluent in Spanish.

The American Way is an amalgam of our compassion, our strengths, our failings and our attempts to build a better world, a more perfect union.

Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer. Camp out among the grasses and gentians of glacial meadows, in craggy garden nooks full of nature's darlings.

If there's a truth and nobody knows it, is it still true? Or is it like a light burning in a locked, shuttered house that nobody will ever get to see?

As usual, my mind is spinning in circles...is it me? Am I making mountains out of molehills? Being too analytical? Worrying about nothing? Being emotional?