Mark Twain Cannot Be Defined.

We Don't Have Truth Delivered To Us Very Often, Especially In This Very Commercialized World.

Death Ends A Life. But It Doesn't End A Relationship.

I Think I May Drop Dead On The Stage Someday. I Hate To Think Of It. But It's Getting Tough On Me, The Travel. The Show, I Somehow Manage To Rise Up To It, You Know. But I Have No Desire To Retire.

What Are We Going To Do About The Injuries To Our Country Still Going On Right In Front Of Our Eyes? It Gets Me Out Of Bed In The Morning. It Makes Me Mad Enough To Get My Blood Up And Want To Get Out There With [mark] Twain And Get It Said And That Is Why I Still Hit The Road And Go Out On The Stage And Keep Working At Staying Alive.

Why Do I Keep Performing At My Age? What Else Am I Going To Do? Play Golf? I Tried That Years Ago And All I Did Was Cuss. I Can Do That Without The Walk, Cuss At Congress And Let [mark]twain Do It. "imagine That You Were An Idiot. And Then Imagine That You Were A Member Of Congress. Wait - I've Repeated Myself."