Some trees flourish, others die. Some cattle grow strong, others are taken by wolves. Some men are born rich enough and dumb enough to enjoy their lives. Ain't nothing fair. You know that.

It ain't no secret I didn't get these scars falling over in church.

We all need friends, old timer. We die alone, but we live among men.

Men are born, and then they're formed.

I just know that there are two theories when arguing with women. And neither one works.