I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles.

He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie.

Be like the bluebird who never is blue, For he knows from his upbringing what singing can do

Good authors, too, who once knew better words now only use four-letter words writing prose... anything goes.

The chimpanzees in the zoos do it, Some courageous kangaroos do it Let's do it, let's fall in love. I'm sure giraffes on the sly do it, Even eagles as they fly do it, Let's do it, let's fall in love.

Birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it; let's do it, let's fall in love.

I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all. So, tell me why should it be true, that I get a kick out of you?

All the inspiration I ever needed was a phone call from a producer.

Be a clown , be a clown, All the world loves a clown. Act the fool , play the calf, And you'll always have the last laugh .

Night and day you are the one, Only you beneath the moon and under the sun.

Now: heaven knows, anything goes.

It is highly significant and indeed almost a rule, that moral courage has its source in such identification through one's own sensitivity with suffering of one's fellow human beings." (p. 16-17)

Liam learned that it was possible to appear to move forward when you were really standing still.

...that you should be nice to everyone until a person gives you reason not to be, and sometimes even then.

Not as much as I used to, but I use the Internet for everything. I use it for information. Like if I'm planning a trip or something, I'll check out the place I'm going to.

He should discard the texts altogether, as the man who seeks rice discards the husk.

Dress suitably in short skirts and sitting boots, leave your jewels and gold wands in the bank, and buy a revolver.

We should strive to understand the weakness of others.

As mayor of San Francisco, I will provide the vision and work hard to make San Francisco a beautiful, well-planned city with excellent housing and transportation options

For me a true poem is on the way when I begin to be haunted, when it seems as if I were being asked an inescapable question by an angel with whom I must wrestle to get at the answer.

We, the people, do have the power to stop the tragic waste of resources if we regard it as socially unacceptable to waste food.