Lord, when the song wants to pick up and go a little faster towards the end, it's hard for me to resist.

If it doesn't come from your heart, music just doesn't work.

Most of our stuff was trial and error. You live with a tape recorder, you turn it on, you play the song and you listen to it.

Songs don't wear out. Good songs are good now. If they were a comfort during those hard times in the past, they'll be a comfort in today's age.

If you pour some music on whatever's wrong, it'll sure help out.

The power of music just kinda kills all those ills; it cures everything and you’ve got more energy just from the music. And, I’ve never seen it fail. It’s good for ya; real good for ya.

Those bad times are important. They give you a chance to practice, listen, take stock, have a life, get your feet back on the ground, and maybe you'll live to tell the story.

If you give it good concentration, good energy, good heart and good performance, the song will play you.

Music is the language of heaven.

A friend of mine took me to Memphis advised me that I should get in the musicians' union. He gave me a set of drums and said, Stay on the job, son.

The crowd is just as important as the group. It takes everything to make it work.

The knowledge of “Where am I going?” sometimes depends on the faithfulness in little things

I swear that while I live I will do what little I can to preserve and to augment the liberties of man, woman, and

Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die.

Haters are going to hate.

Many people fail not so much because of their mistakes; they fail because they are afraid to try.

John Adams was a farmer, Abraham Lincoln a small town lawyer. Plato and Socrates were teachers. Jesus was a carpenter. To equate wisdom and judgement with occupation is at best insulting.

Carry with you maps and string, flashlights, friends who make you sing, and stars to help you find your place, music, hope, and amazing grace.

The mismatch is not what gets you beat. What gets you beat is giving up the uncontested, open shot.

Let's build Paradise again.

I knew that this job would be too much for me.