The smile on your lips brings the summer sunshine, the tears in your eyes bring the rain. I feel your touch, you warm embrace, and I'm in heaven again.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock. Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring. Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun. Now the jingle hop has begun.

You're my special angel, sent from up above. The Lord smiled down on me, and sent an angel to love.

Tears streamed down her wrinkled face. This world that she had longed to change for the better was as bad as the one into which she had been born. "An exercise in futility, " she murmured.

Keeping the momentum going is not easy but God will make it ease if we put all our trust in Him

Fantasy leaves imaginations larger than it finds them.

Being confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ.

The motion picture is the people's Art.

You got a lot but you just waste all yourself. They'll forget your name soon and won't nobody be to blame but yourself.

Jazz is about freedom within discipline.

You've always had the power right there in your shoes, you just had to learn it for yourself.

Reputation is what you have when you come to a new community; character is what you have when you go away.