Back home everyone said I didn't have any talent. They might be saying the same thing over here, but it sounds better in French.

Don't let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining moment, that was known as Camelot.

Coughing in the theater is not a respiratory ailment. It is a criticism.

I'm getting married in the morning! / Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime. / Pull out the stopper! Let's have a whopper! / But get me to the church on time!.

It's not a pretty face, I grant you. But underneath its flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.

You write a hit the same way you write a flop.

The winter is forbidden till December, And exits March the second on the dot. By order summer lingers through September In Camelot.

Youth has many glories, but judgement is not one of them, and no amount of electronic amplification can turn a belch into an aria.

Stay close to the young... and a little rubs off.

You see what happens today. Women act like men and want to be treated like women.

Why can't a woman be more like a man? Men are so honest, so thoroughly square; Eternally noble, historically fair; Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat. Why can't a woman be like that?

Optimists enrich the present, enhance the future, challenge the improbable and attain the impossible

I like movies where you can come back and re-watch them and admire the cinematography 25 years later.

[American's government] thinking they are the judge of the world; they're not.

Like the seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.

We are the children of our landscape; it dictates behavior and even thought in the measure to which we are responsive to it.

The greatest happiness we can give to a mate comes from helping him or her to more understanding of Truth.

It is dishonest the way that people suddenly think they've found guitars, and wear their guitar as a badge.

I have sort of issues with my claustrophobia where being on an airplane or if I force myself, to put myself in these circumstances that I kind of, am afraid of, that can be a way to toughen me up.

Everywhere bees go racing with the hours, / For every bee becomes a drunken lover, / Standing upon his head to sup the flowers.