We shook hands the way men do when they’re trying to say something more than goodbye.

They may not have enough of their own to take a stand, but they can do it if someone shows them how.

The only way the meek will ever inherit the earth is when they get ground into it by the heel of someone else’s boot.

This country should treat good people better than they do.

Does the plain, simple beauty of life get buried under society’s so-called required daily activities or is that just true of me? No, I know I’m not alone in that feeling. We all get caught up in the making and spending of money. I know it’s not just me.

Don’t ever use a shovel to swat a fly.

I’m not lookin’ to be anybody’s keeper. What I say and do is meant to protect me. If it works for somebody else, that’s okay, but I don’t want people depending on me to save them.

In this country our principles should not be silent.

I need to work. It’s the one time my thoughts will cooperate with me.

Music is the sound of unspoken thoughts.