Young men think old men are fools; but old men know young
men are fools.

Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and
fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the
older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning,
unquenchable.

Youcannot truly listen to anyone and do anything else at the
same time.

You've got to love what you're doing. If you love
it, you can overcome any handicap or the soreness or all the
aches and pains, and continue to play for a long, long time.

You've got to know when to hold 'em, know when to
fold 'em know, when to walk away, know when to run.

You've got to have something to eat and a little love in
your life before you can hold still for any damn body's
sermon on how to behave.

You've got to be honest; if you can fake that,
you've got it made.

You're only given a little spark of madness. You
mustn't lose it.

You're nothing short of my everything.

You're not one of the reasons why life is worth living,
not one of the reasons why I'm happy all day long,
neither why I'll never feel alone - you'll never be
one of the reasons, because you'll always be the only
reason ....