The humblest workman has his place, Which no one else can fill.

Oh! like a wreath, let Christmas mirth To-day encircle all the earth, And bind the nations with the love That Jesus brought from heaven above.

Wherever I fly from my own dear nest, I always come back, for home is the best.

You better watch out You better not cry Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town

Strength and skill are happy comrades.

Wisdom comes with all we see, God writes His lessons in each flower, And ev'ry singing bird or bee Can teach us something of His power.

Love is a bridge that links us heart to heart Mother and child can never live apart.

All the world is happy when Santa Claus comes.

We each have a story to tell, I know; so let each one take his turn.

Greatness is not always largeness.

Merrily, merrily, listen to me, Flitting and flying from tree to tree. Nothing fear I, by land or sea, For God in Heaven is watching me.

One last song. One last turn. One last street. no matter how hard you try to keep hold of a day, it's going to leave you

People only keep their eyes open out of habit. And, nothing more.

. . . the humblest, and at the same time most balanced and capacious, praised most, while the crank, misfits and malcontents praised least.

No matter what the bards may say, there’s no romance in dying for a man.

When I'm writing, the darkness is always there. I go where the pain is.

I became one of [Moses Mendelssohn] defenders. But then I heard the words "Biblical criticism" again. And, of course, afterward, I studied it more closely.

No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.

Welcome to the degeneration of my mind.

All errors spring up in the neighborhood of some truth; they grow round about it, and, for the most part, derive their strength from such contiguity.

When you look like I do its hard to get a table for one at Chucky Cheese.