How beautiful the days, They come and go.

A secretary is not a thing Wound by key, pulled by string. Her pad is to write in, And not spend the night in, If that's what you plan to enjoy.

I hear music Mighty fine music, The murmur of a morning breeze up there The rattle of the milkman on the stair Sure that's music.

When you see a guy reach for stars in the sky You can bet that he's doing it for some doll.

Somebody, somewhere Wants me and needs me And that's very wonderful to know.

Luck, be a lady tonight.

I string sounds together. But to string them I have to remember a bunch of old ones I heard somewhere and then juggle them into a new rhythm and shape.

Oh! to be loved by a man I respect, To bask in the glow of his perfectly understandable neglect.

But more I cannot wish you Than to wish you find your love Your own true love this day.

A secretary is not a toy.

Brother, do you know a nicer occupation, Matter of fact, neither do I, Than standing on the corner Watching all the girls go by?

Financial sense is knowing that certain men will promise to do certain things, and fail.

Rich people march on Washington every day.

In a sick world, it is the first duty of the artist to get well.

What I've seen historically is winning is a major aloe. It solves a lot of problems.

Those who would hunt a man need to remember that a jungle also contains those who hunt the hunters.

Take it from me because I learned the hard way: circumcisions are best left to professionals.

A little known area often defines the fortunes of leaders -- management skills.

I think the best way is to forget about racing people and just find territory that's fresh.

The people who really matter in social affairs are neither those who wish to stop short like a mule, or leap from crag to crag like a mountain goat.

It's not over until it's over.