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

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.

How beautiful the days, They come and go.

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?

New ideas leave the old ones shaking in their shoes, don't they?

Only you can make yourself happy or miserable regardless of your daily experiences.

Here's kind of my motto - if you're not happy at home, you're not happy anywhere else.

I decided that my existence would be one of books and silence.

There is this value in books, that they enable us to converse with the dead. There is something in this beyond the mere intrinsic worth of what they have left us.

I'm super careful with my skin and make sure to protect it. I always sit under an umbrella. And I'm a sunblock bully. If you're on the beach with me, I will spray you down with SPF 50-plus.

War is the supreme drama of a completely mechanized society.

Language does not stand still. Surprisingly, despite this knowledge, most speakers are fearful of change.

A successful collaboration is all about trust and respect. If you show people trust they will perform better.

I connect with people on a daily basis.