They call them fools, who are unable to resist the slightest chance love might exist.

It ain't what you're driving or the clothes that you wear, material possessions won't matter up there. And someday in heaven, when the angels all sing, well these rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king.

Sometimes I thank God... for cheeseburgers.

A dream is like a river ever changing as it flows and a dreamer's just a vessel that must follow where it goes.

The blues will be blue, and the jealousies green, but when love picks its color it demands to be seen.

How you ever gonna know if you're the best? How you ever gonna know what you believe in, if you don't put it to the test?

I'd like to think a baseball picture is somewhere in my future.