A man must defend his home, his wife, his children, and his martini.

Obviously a deer on the fairway has seen you tee off before and knows that the safest place to be when you play is right down the middle.

Our dreams are firsthand creations, rather than residues of waking life. We have the capacity for infinite creativity; at least while dreaming, we partake of the power of the Spirit, the infinite Godhead that creates the cosmos.

I have a 'Play The Melody' philosophy. It means don't over arrange, don't make life difficult. Just play the melody-and do it the simplest way possible.

Some drink to forget, some drink to remember-me, I drink to get bagged.

Does God have a sense of humor? He must have if He created us.

A man must defend his home, his wife, his children, and his martini.