I am lonesome so regular it's like a job I gotta report to every day.
Truth is simply whatever you can bring yourself to believe.
The twisted circumstances under which we live is grist for the writing mill, the loving, hating and discovering, finding new handles for old pitchers . . .
Everybody's got some sin, but if it troubles your heart you're a gentle sinner, just a good soul gone wrong.
It's a poor kind of man that won't fight for his own freedom.
"The good old days." The only good days are ahead.