Lean your body forward slightly to support the guitar against your chest, for the poetry of the music should resound in your heart.

I've had only three wives and three guitars in my life, though I've flirted with others.

I was my own teacher and pupil, in a comradeship so firm and persevering that the most trying incidents of my life served only to strengthen the union.

My prayer to the Lord every day, is this-I have been a great sinner. I do not deserve Heaven. Let me stay here.

The guitar is a small orchestra. It is polyphonic. Every string is a different color, a different voice.

It is impossible to feign mastery of an instrument, however skillful the impostor may be.

You know what I think? If I am tired now, I don't mind, because I have eternity to rest.