Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.

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.

The moment we decide our purpose is to win is the moment we lose.

In the act of loving someone you arm them against you.

We should never desire to be over others. Instead, we ought to be servants who are submissive to every human being for God's sake.

First group impressions can mask a lot of individual variations in the members.

What I do as an individual player is only important if it helps the team to win. That is the most important thing.

Practice presence -- embrace the place where life happens.

Paul Harris is a buffet bowler - you just help yourself.

Sometimes, you promise someone forever, but it doesn't work that way.

I have a hatred of habit and routine. And what dogs love is just that. They like regular everything, and I don't have regular anything. I have a timetable, but no routine.

Nobody wants to read a 600 page book in which the author is fabulous throughout.