Life Is Short And Often

I Think We Southerners Have Talked A Fair Amount Of Malarkey About The Mystique Of Being Southern.

The Death Of Every Art Form Seems Imminent At Least Once In Every Century; But While The Very Funeral Arrangements Go Forward, Some Child Is Born Who Is Michelangelo, Picasso, Yeats.

Many Americans Would Die Naked In The Middle Of The Road Before They'd Tell You What's Hurt Them Most. But A Born Southerner Will Show You The Cell In Their Heart That Burns The Hardest. They'll Hold It Out To You In Their Bare Right Hand.

I've Met Little Meanness, Wherever I Went.

The Only Thing More Destructive Than A Tornado Is A Family.