I really like the thing I did with Martina McBride. I had that song sitting around for a long time.

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.

I asked this heroic pet lover how it felt to have died for a schnauzer named Teddy. Salvador Biagiani was philosophical. He said it sure beat dying for absolutely nothing in the Viet Nam War.

Too old for dolls. Too ill for tablets.

If i can not touch the sky, then no matter touch the hearts of all of you, I wish it

Misery loved company, but damnation needed it.

Intuition is given only to him who has undergone long preparation to receive it.

A company's culture is the foundation for future innovation. An entrepreneurs job is to build the foundation

A blessed and indestructible being has no trouble himself and brings no trouble upon any other being; so he is free from anger and partiality, for all such things imply weakness.

A good conscience will be found a pleasant visitor at our bedside in a dying hour.

After college, rather than pursue real work, I joined a folk group and sang in coffee houses and nightclubs, an occupation that does little for the intellect and even less for the complexion.

How often could things be remedied by a word. How often is it left unspoken.