I am a frail vessel full of errors.
You couldn't beg, borrow, or steal a job in 1931, 1932. . . it was really tough.
Until we meet again, may the good Lord take a liking to you.
If there were no valleys of sadness and death, we could never really appreciate the sunshine of happiness on the mountain top.
When you're young and fall off a horse, you may break something. When you're my age and you fall off, you splatter.
Today they're making pictures that I wouldn't want Trigger to see.
I did pretty good for a guy who never finished high school and used to yodel at square dances.
I somehow hope - naïve though I may be, utopian, possibly - that my music has some kind of calming effect on the universe, that it's somehow beneficial to people.
The most devastating indictment of the president's proposal is that it threatens to destroy virtually everything about American health care that's worth preserving. Under the plan's layers of regulation and oversight, even seeing a doctor whenever you like will be no easy matter: access to physicians will be carefully regulated by gatekeepers; referrals to specialists will be strongly discouraged; second opinions will be almost unheard of; and the availability of new drugs will be limited.
I can't expect loyalty from the army if I do not give it.
The greatest challenge of the next 50 years, I believe, will be to create dignified work for everyone. . . not through handouts and charity, but through market forces.