Follow the yellow brick road.

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.

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.

Everyone is their own, though they are so alone. They all sit on their imagined thrones, made only of their own bones. Ego and pride make exquisite delusional cushions.

Don’t let the fact you haven’t done something before convince you that you can’t do it, or that it cannot be done perfectly the first time you try your hand at it.

A man is just as sensitive as a woman because we are all human.

Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn't.

Things which any idiot could write usually have the quality of having been written by an idiot.

Our charity is to be cordial...something that renews, invigorates and warms. Such should be the effect of our love for each other.

There is a difference between hiring a CEO and turning over control of the business.

A good means to discovery is to take away certain parts of a system to find out how the rest behaves.

Love itself is the healing power and the remedy for all pain.

My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.