Time says hush: by the gong of time you live. Listen and you hear time saying you were silent long before you came to life and you will again be silent long after you leave it, why not be a little silent now? Hush yourself, noisy little man. Time hushes all: the gong of time rang for you to come out of the hush and you were born. The gong of time will ring for you to go back to the same hush you came from. Winners and losers, the weak and the strong, those who say little and try to say it well, and those who babble and prattle their lives away, time hushes all.

I fell in love, not deep, but I fell several times and then fell out.

My first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself.

A liar is a liar and lives on the lies he tells and dies in a life of lies.

Now is the time. It is never too late to start something.

I glory in this world of men and women, torn with troubles, yet living on to love and laugh through it all.

The drum in a dream pounds loud to the dreamer.