By starving emotions we become humorless, rigid and stereotyped; by repressing them we become literal, reformatory and holier-than-thou; encouraged, they perfume life; discouraged, they poison it. – Joseph Collins
After all those days in the cotton fields, the dreams came true on a gold record on a piece of wood. Its in my den where I can look at it every day. I wear it out lookin at it. – Carl Perkins
