Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills?

The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.

She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget.

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.

Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.

The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.

I'm saddest when I sing.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.

Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose?

If you can believe that you can do it, the whole universe will conspire to help you.

The man of action has the present, but the thinker controls the future.

One of the things your unconscious mind does for you - and it's a great gift - is it gives you extra courage to view the outer world and it does that by giving you an extra-special view of yourself.

Everyone has a talent. It's simply a question of good discipline, of the good fortune to have an education that meshes with that talent, and a lot of luck.

The wild stuff is all so overrated. Drinking, you don't feel good all the time. There's a lot of down, a lot of misery.

The way to get a ball past (Honus) Wagner is to hit it eight feet over his head.

Since I was a kid, I've been a dancer, and, of course, I'll always be a dancer till the day I die.

Heroes? Don't believe in them.

Mysticism joins and unites; reason divides and separates. People crave belonging more than understanding. Hence the prominent role of mysticism, and the limited role of reason in human affairs.

Finally the world would see my full range of comedy characters - from grouchy librarian to Russian librarian.