What are you going to do when you love music? You can't stop.

Retire? Not on your life. I have no plans to stop singing. What are you going to do when you love music? It's a terrible disease. You can't stop. Of course, I'd like to get off the road.

You should always look like a star. Otherwise people will lose a little of the esteem they have for you.

I learned courage from Buddha, Jesus, Lincoln, Einstein, and Mr. Cary Grant.

If that's all there is, my friends, then let's keep dancing.

I regard singing pretty much like acting. Each song is like playing a different role. I get very involved with my material. I feel a responsibility for the emotion it brings out in the listener.

One day he went away and I thought I'd die, but I didn't. And I said to myself: 'is that all there is to love?'

I try to project not only a song but a personality.

Is That All There Is?

They weren't really weddings, just long costume parties. (on three of her weddings)

I really don't have that many run-ins. People by and large are very nice to me.

I was a rule-follower. I obeyed all forms of authority. I had never before encountered a situation where the authority was clearly wrong and I had to stand up for what was right.

The future will present insurmountable problems- only when we consider them insurmountable.

When people come to Twitter and they want to express something in the world, the technology fades away. It's them writing a simple message and them knowing that people are going to see it.

The future is as bright as the promises of God.

If I died tomorrow, I would be a happy girl.

It's nice to walk into a club and see your picture. Then you know you've done something good.

Talking about the future, like we had a clue. Never plans that one day, I'd be losing you

If Hillary Clinton wins the race, she will win it with the most diverse coalition that anybody's ever been elected by in presidential history.

Maximize the power of the beliefs that strengthen you and neutralize those that weaken you.

If the guardian or the mother Tell the woes of willful waste, Scorn their counsel and their pother, You can hang or drown at last.