“You’re so heavenly minded, you’re no earthly good.”

When I was a baby, my mama told me son, always be a good boy, don’t ever play with guns. But I shot a man in Reno.

Jesus will not fail me, I shall not be moved.

People call me wild. Not really though, I’m not. I guess I’ve never been normal, not what you call Establishment. I’m country.

When you sing, you pray twice.

As sure as God made black and white, what’s done in the dark will be brought to the light.

Being rich means you get to worry about everything except money.

For you I know I’d even try to turn the tide.

It’s good to know who hates you and it is good to be hated by the right people.

I have tried drugs and a little of everything else, and there is nothing in the world more soul-satisfying than having the kingdom of God building inside you and growing.

All your life, you will be faced with a choice. You can choose love or hate. I choose love.

I wore black because I liked it. I still do, and wearing it still means something to me. It’s still my symbol of rebellion — against a stagnant status quo, against our hypocritical houses of God, against people whose minds are closed to others’ ideas.

Life is rough so you gotta be tough.

I don’t give up because I don’t give up. I don’t believe in it.

You miss a lot of opportunities by making mistakes, but that’s part of it: knowing that you’re not shut out forever, and that there’s a goal you still can reach.

I just hope and pray I can die with my boots on.

The beast in me Is caged by frail and fragile bars.

A man is a great thing upon the earth and through eternity; but every jot of the greatness of man is unfolded out of woman.

Because we all share this planet earth, we have to learn to live in harmony and peace with each other and with nature. This is not just a dream, but a necessity.

What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm!

But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

Sometimes the last person on earth you want to be with is the one person you can’t be without.

Human use, population, and technology have reached that certain stage where mother Earth no longer accepts our presence with silence.

We have to walk in a way that we only print peace and serenity on the Earth. Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.

Our entire biological system, the brain, and the Earth itself, work on the same frequencies.