Honesty is as rare as a man without self-pity.

Oh, Georgia booze is mighty fine booze, The best yuh ever poured yuh, But it eats the soles right offen yore shoes, For Hell's broke loose in Georgia.

You can take off your hats now, gentlemen, and I think perhaps you'd better.

The other week I wrote a piece on a photograph I got at a flea market, and I got about 70 hits. I think a lot of people must be interested in flea markets.

I've been reading a lot lately about Indian captives. One woman who had been captured by the Indians and made a squaw was resentful when she was rescued because she'd found that there was a lot more work to do as the wife of a white man.

We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong. We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

Dreaming men are haunted men.