Yip Harburg Quotes

April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.

If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why can't I?

Oh, innocent victims of Cupid, remember this terse little verse: To let a fool kiss you is stupid. To let a kiss fool you is worse.

Someday I'll wish upon a star.

Follow the yellow brick road.

I am one of the last of a small tribe of troubadours, who still believe that life is a beautiful and exciting journey with a purpose and grace which are well worth singing about.

They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love, if there's moonlight all about and there's no moon above.

This we learn from Watergate that almost any creep'll be glad to help the Government overthrow the people.

My whole family has been having trouble with immigrants ever since we came to this country.

Music gives 'wings' to words.

My heart wants roots My mind wants wings. I cannot bear Their bickerings.

No matter how high or great the throne, What sits on it is the same as your own.

I am a rebel by birth... I contest anything that is unjust, that causes suffering in humanity. My feelings about that are so strong, I don't think I could live with myself if I weren't honest.

Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead.

The world would be a safer place, If someone had a plan, Before exploring outer space, To find the inner man.

The Lord made Adam, the Lord made Eve, he made 'em both a little bit naive.

Songs are the pulse of a nation's heart. A fever chart of its health.

Once I built a railroad; now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?

For what we are about to receive, Oh Lord 'tis Thee we thank,' said the cannibal as he cut a slice off the missionary's shank.

We gotta be free - The eagle and me. see Amelia Jenks Bloomer, Emancipation of Women

When the idle poor, Become the idle rich, You'll never know, Just who is who, Or who is which.

Virtue is its own revenge.

No matter how much I prove and prod, I cannot quite believe in God; But oh, I hope to God that He, Unswervingly believes in me.

When the melody touches your heart emotionally and the words hit your brain intellectually, more than likely you'll find you'll have an excellent song to sing.

When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near.

Did God who gave us flowers and trees, Also provide the allergies?

There ought to be a law against necessity.

It's a Barnum and Bailey world, Just as phony as it can be...

Follow the fellow who follows a dream.

Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.

Lives of great men all remind us greatness takes no easy way.

How are things in Glocca Mora this fine day?

A Russian child asked his mother : "does God know we don't believe in Him?"

As the writer of the lyric of the song 'God's Country,' I am outraged by the suggestion that somehow I am connected with, believe in, or am sympathetic with Communist or totalitarian philosophy.

WHERE and WHEN, Are lost in space. THERE and THEN, Do not embrace. So before we disappear, Come sweet NOW and kiss the HERE.