As I’ve been telling your, son, you get nowhere looking at clothes and the color of the skin to judge a man. It won’t tell you nothing about what’s inside. That’s where a fellow’s mettle is, and that’s what counts.
You have to learn the difference between a man’s looks, and how fine he shoots. They’ve never been one and the same.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. From an Irish headstone
We got a saying around here about our corn, ‘it grows knee-high by the Fourth of July.
Why, God? You made man in your own image. Why then do so many lack good sense? And why is that we are so easily drawn to hate and kill each other? Why, God?
If you don’t know history, you don’t know anything.” Edward Johnston
