Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.

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.

Revolutions are the periods of history when individuals count most.

I don't spend all day running hand-on-hat from shadowy figures - I'm in exile.

To give is to receive.

It is a striving to attain the best. To throttle it would mean to stop all progress. Certain men do not need to compete. They are pioneers.

Mr. Knightley, if I have not spoken, it is because I am afraid I will awaken myself from this dream.

You can vibe out when people are getting tired or they're too drunk to keep going along with.

The trouble with you, dear, is that you think an angel of the Lord as a creature with wings, whereas he is probably a scruffy little man with a bowler hat.

There is no individualism in Eastern or oral cultures.

A grateful heart is not one that is very selective and choosy about what to be grateful for.