“God bless the boys from Memphis, blue suede shoes, and Elvis.”

Everybody knows in the business how I feel about country music. I’m an old traditionalist. Then they just call me an old man and stuck in my old ways, but with all the fans I’ve got out there,

I took my $100,000 and bought a new Corvette, a lot of cocaine, and spent the rest on foolishness.

You never see yourself as others do but I’ve always beeen proud to be part of country music and I hope that the format is proud of me.

Loneliness is lessened when you’re lonely by choice.

It might have taken an hour and a half or more for me to get to the liquor store, but get there I did.

If drinking don’t kill me, her memory will.

A key glistening in the ignition. I imagine the top speed for that old mower was five miles per hour.

There’s bad in everything. I dislike people misusing something that I love so much.

A new artist today has to get their teeth fixed, has to tighten their jeans up, and they have to get ’em the right kind of hat, and if anything’s wrong with their nose, if it’s a little crooked, it’s got to be straightened up.

Maybe some folks are alcoholics and others are just voluntary drunks.

I lay my head on the wheel and the horn begins honking, the whole neighborhood knows that I’m home drunk again.

I would just like to say thank you to each one of my fans for supporting me all these years and continuing to come to the concerts and buy my music. I owe them everything.

I hear some new artists that sound country but the record labels and country radio lean more toward a more rock feel for what gets signed to a label and played on the radio.

There are questions I’m still not wise enough to answer, just wise enough to no longer ask.

All Patsy Cline had to do was sing somebody else’s song and her version would outsell theirs because it would be so good!

You can shut out the world. But you always have to stop, and the world is always waiting when you do.

At the touch of this divine light, the mountains seemed to kindle to a rapt, religious consciousness, and stood hushed like devout worshippers waiting to be blessed.

I’m here to bless, not to impress.

When we give cheerfully and accept gratefully, everyone is blessed.

What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.

Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.

The struggle of life is one of our greatest blessings. It makes us patient, sensitive, and Godlike. It teaches us that although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it.

Machinery should be a blessing to mankind and not a curse.

Feel good about yourself. You have been blessed and you might not have even realized it.