Someday I'll wish upon a star.

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.

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.

My heart wants roots My mind wants wings. I cannot bear Their bickerings.

Liberate yourself from any mental captivity.

The flock mirror the madness of their liege.

It is one thing to rouse the passion of a people, and quite another to lead them.

Heaven opened and the water hammered down, reviving the reluctant old well, greenmossing the pigless pigsty, carpet bombing still, tea-colored puddles the way memory bombs still, tea-colored minds.

She is fine. She hates us both but it really didn't sound like anything else was wrong

I'm a very hopeful person.

Have you been able to think out and manage your own life? You have done the greatest task of all.... All other things, ruling, hoarding, building, are only little appendages and props, at most.

It's very easy to feel someone's pain when you love them.

In 1945, there were more people killed, more buildings destroyed, more high explosives set off, more fires burning than before or since.

Nature is an old lady with few friends these days, and those who wish to make use of her charms, she rewards passionately.