How are things in Glocca Mora this fine day?

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.

With gospel-centered productivity, peace comes first, not second. the mistake we often make is to make peace of mind the result of things we do rather than the source.

It's as if tendencies that seem most deeply rooted in our minds, most private and singular, have come in as spores on the prevailing wind, looking for any likely place to land, any welcome.

I was born a character actor. I was never really a leading man type.

I went jogging up on Mulholland. In the middle of my run I had some form of asthma attack and couldn't even walk. I couldn't get a ride one block to my house. I thought I was going to die.

Everybody in America is a part of this big herd of cattle being led to the marketplace, not to be sold, which is usual with cattle, but to do the buying. And everyone is branded.

It will be one of the tragedies of Christian history if future historians record that at the height of the twentieth century the church was one of the greatest bulwarks of white supremacy.

I am vain. I think vanity is a good thing. It's done more good things for me than it has not.

When it's allowed to be free, love is what makes life alive, joyful and new.

We'll know for the first time If we're evil or divine We're the last in line.

Writing and learning and thinking are the same process.