If You Break Little Promises, You'll Break

Things Happen To You They Happen. They Dont Ask First. They Dont Require Your Permission.

My Daddy Used To Tell Me Not To Chew On Somethin That Was Eatin You.

But This Man Had Set Down With A Hammer And Chisel And Carved Out A Stone Water Trough To Last Ten Thousand Years. Why Was That? What Was It That He Had Faith In? It Wasn't That Nothin' Would Change. Which Is What You Might Think, I Suppose. He Had To Know Better'n That. I've Thought About It A Good Deal. . . And I Have To Say That The Only Thing I Can Think Is That There Was Some Sort Of Promise In His Heart. And I Don't Have No Intentions Of Carvin' A Stone Water Trough. But I Would Like To Be Able To Make That Kind Of Promise. I Think That's What I Would Like Most Of All.

What Joins Men Together ... Is Not The Sharing Of Bread But The Sharing Of Enemies.

Nobody Wants To Be Here And Nobody Wants To Leave.