... Chicago divided your heart. Leaving you loving the joint for keeps. Yet knowing it never can love you.

Chicago is an October sort of city even in spring.

The hard necessity of bringing the judge on the bench down into the dock has been the peculiar responsibility of the writer in all ages of man.

Till the chit is in blissful state, the world does not come in one's remembrance (one forgets the world till that time).

If you don't care for obscenity, you don't care for the truth.

I would swear that I could practically hear crickets in the ensuing silence, if not for the fact that the stale air probably kills anything that requires oxygen to breathe.

The world is always counting on us to spread peace and unity wherever we go.

There are many wounded hearts here. Many! Some admit. Others - the stubborn ones, scribble poetry instead.

You can't imagine parlor ballads drifting out of high-rise multi-towered buildings. That kind of music existed in a more timeless state of life.

He just hit himself in the dinger with a rubber.

It is to be lamented that great characters are seldom without a blot.

All you wanna do in life is do what you do well. That's when you're happiest.

As far as spiritual influences in Christian music, I would say Crystal Lewis - a lot of her songs especially. The ministry she has through her songs has really hit me.