As one old gentleman put it, " Son, I don't care if you're stark nekkid and wear a bone in your nose. If you kin fiddle, you're all right with me. It's the music we make that counts.

My goal now is to dance all the dances as long as I can, and then to sit down contented after the last elegant tango some sweet night and pass on because there wasn't another dance left in me.

It is the chair in honor of all those who, however competently, embrace the impossible. Sit in that chair someday.

I do not want to know what you will hope for. I want to know what you will work for. I do not want your sympathy for the needs of humanity. I want your muscle. As the wagon driver said when they came to a long, hard hill: ‘Them that’s going on with us, get out and push. Them that ain’t, get out of the way’.

Is it always to be a winners-losers world, or can we keep everyone in the game? Do we still have what it takes to find a better way?

One of life's best coping mechanisms is to know the difference between an inconvenience and a problem.

You feel like an ant contemplating Chicago.