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.

By experimenting with sympathetic joy, we break from the constricted world of individual struggle and see that joy exists in more places than we have yet imagined.

Let all thy joys be as the month of May.

onething i have learnt is that parents should treat their kids in a way they would love in return, because growing up litteraly makes you a kid again. you will get it too.

At 18 I began painting steadily fulltime and at age 20 had my first New York show at the Macbeth Gallery.

Only a fool trips on what is behind him.

I, who have no sisters or brothers, look with some degree of innocent envy on those who may be said to be born to friends.

The novel avoids the sublime and seeks out the interesting.

There are four directions: North, South, East, and West. We are going in the fifth direction, which is the direction of stories.

I would not wish to imply that most industrial accidents are due to intemperance. But, certainly, temperance has never failed to reduce their number.