It's wanting that gets so many folks in trouble.

Sing of the nature of women, and then the song shall be surely full of variety; old crotchets and most sweet closes. It shall be humorous, grave, fantastic, amorous, melancholy, sprightly, one in all, and all in one.

Some trees flourish, others die. Some cattle grow strong, others are taken by wolves. Some men are born rich enough and dumb enough to enjoy their lives. Ain't nothing fair. You know that.

I'm a semi-literate farmer and hired killer. I ain't in the power game.

Looks like the good Lord got your ass and face mixed up.

If you win power, remember why you wanted it.

Every man has a right to change, a chance of forgiveness.