Habit is the cement of society, the comfort of life, and, alas! The root of error.
It's the same old story you've heard a thousand times. Somebody's trust gets broken. Somebody's left behind.
Bluegrass is really a big part of my background.
People look at you, and they've got just the perfect little box for you, the perfect category. Call you a redneck. Call you a hillbilly. Like those were insults.
It's a great day to be alive. I know the sun's still shining when I close my eyes.
Please tell me you will remember, no matter how much I do wrong that I had the best of intentions all along.
I've been writing on my own. It's like Roger Miller used to say, every now and then, like a dog having puppies, you have to crawl under the house and do it yourself.
Never say anything to hurt anyone. Moreover. . . refrain from double talk, from shrewd and canny remarks that are designed to advance our interests at someone's disadvantage. We are to turn our back upon evil, and in every way possible, do good, help people and bring blessings into their lives.
I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve.
It's so unattractive, I'm sorry.
I tell my children, shut up and let me speak. What I've learned, I have been married for 45 years and in my own family It is that I've learned to stop being judgmental, to listen.