The Woodshed Orchestra trade in exuberance and might, a glistening thunderslap on the hind of musical atrophy. These songs leap from disc to lap, a many-legged beast trundling with joy and vision.

May you find comfort and peace in every situation.

What can I say at seventy-five? "Thank God for my good life, and for all the love that has been given to me.

I don't think being an athlete is unfeminine. I think of it as a kind of grace.

We're going to have to work. We're going to have to play well. Nothing will be given to us.

Men should only believe half of what women say. But which half?

Health is wholeness and balance, an inner resilience that allows you to meet the demands of living without being overwhelmed.

To think that so much comes to so little, to think that life is really short.

Be not too thick with anybody; your joys will be fewer, and so will pains.

And on that day when my strength is failing; the end draws near and my time has come. Still my soul will sing Your praise unending ten thousand years and then forevermore

The god, it would appear, was frequently thought of as the physical progenitor or first father of his people.