“Lately I’ve heard rumors that the eagle may be lame. Just because I’ve been idle, don’t mean that I’m tame.”

If you see me getting smaller, I’m leaving, don’t be grieving, just gotta get away from here. If you see me getting smaller, don’t worry, and no hurry, I’ve got the right to disappear.

Each tomorrow will depend on the love you give today.

I could have killed her when we first met and I’ve been out of jail by now.

Those neon light nights, couldn’t stay out of fights, keeps a-haunting me in memories.

Heaven is laying in my sweet baby’s arms, hell is when my baby’s not here.

I didn’t aim at anything except good music.

There’s always one more way to do something– your way.

If we all could sound like we wanted to, we’d all sound like George Jones.

I’m a part of the music that happened. My voice is one more instrument, is what it is. So that’s the way I feel about people who “play on sessions.

I like to perform every once in a while for people who want to see me, and cut albums of music that is what I’m really about.

To me a guitar is kind of like a woman. You don’t know why you like ’em but you do.

I mean, I think we’re put here on earth to make your own destiny, to begin with.

What bothers me most is that I don’t bother you.

Honesty is something you can’t wear out.

I might be an endangered species.

I was alive, and Buddy and those boys were dead, and I didn’t know how, but somehow I’d caused it.

If you want to fly with the eagles, don’t swim with the ducks!

God is more eager to answer than we are to ask.

Shoot eagles on the Jack Nicklaus course, Porsche with the triple exhaust, Seats soft like a midget’s cough.

“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles

Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.–from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001

I was born by God’s dear grace, in an extraordinary place. Where the stars and stripes, and the eagle fly.

Remember, she’s an eagle when she flies!