What's a butterfly garden without butterflies?

Until we meet again, may the good Lord take a liking to you.

Today they're making pictures that I wouldn't want Trigger to see.

The station put us on staff at $35 a week... and I mean every week.

I was raised on a little farm about 12 miles out of Portsmouth, Ohio.

We were so far back in the woods, they almost had to pipe in sunlight.

People are always asking me why they don't make Westerns like they used to.

You couldn't beg, borrow, or steal a job in 1931, 1932... it was really tough.

I always feel a responsibility to the kids, to be somebody they could look up to.

I did pretty good for a guy who never finished high school and used to yodel at square dances.

When my time comes, just skin me and put me up there on Trigger, just as though nothing had ever changed.

The world changed. Hollywood changed. I think we've lost something, and we don't know how to get it back.

Christmas is telling time-wondering time. Wonder enough about it, and you'll know, and you'll tell about it.

I'm an introvert at heart... And show business - even though I've loved it so much - has always been hard for me.

When you're young and fall off a horse, you may break something. When you're my age and you fall off, you splatter.

If there were no valleys of sadness and death, we could never really appreciate the sunshine of happiness on the mountain top.

Like God, Christmas is timeless and eternal, from everlasting to everlasting. It is something even more than what happened that night in starlit little Bethlehem; it has been behind the stars forever. There was Christmas in the heart of God before the world was formed.

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