“Sittin’ here resting my bones, this loneliness won’t leave me alone. Two thousand miles I roam, just to make this dock my home.”

When I go into the studio, I’m strictly for business. I don’t like any fooling around in the studio.

I love England from head to toe. I love the weather, the people. I was there in the summer and it was nice. The people are so groovy.

If I were to leave the U.S., I’d live in England. But I’d never leave the U.S. I own a 400-acre farm in Macon, Georgia. I raise cattle and hogs. I own horses, too. I love horses as much as singing. I like to hunt on horseback.

Sitting in the morning sun, I’ll be sitting when the evening comes.

This loneliness won’t leave me alone.

You’ve got to concentrate on the business of entertaining and writing songs. Always think different from the next person. Don’t ever do a song as you heard somebody else do it.

I wouldn’t mind taking a rest for three or four months, but I have to keep on making films for the sake of my crew, who just wait for the next film because they’re not on a fixed salary.

All of us needed time to rest. And we had time – four months of it – to take all the rest in the world.

Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.

Never rest on your laurels. Nothing wilts faster than a laurel sat upon.

A plant has to be watered but when it grows into a tree, it is no longer necessary. Similarly, if the inner consciousness becomes stronger, all these vikaar (distortions) get erased. Vishranti vikar mita (Deep rest removes negativity). There is no rest deeper than meditation.

And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.

Rest is a form of productivity they never wanted you to find.