Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead.

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.

Life is an accumulation of what your Heart and mind has pondered most, a conclusion of all you wishes, dreams and desires.

Without passion, the powers-that-be can run roughshod over you.

I don't like acting things; I like feeling things.

A voluminous, prosaick, and drivelling Monk.

Clothes are not so much about who you are as who you want to be.

I was never crying and shaking like the Beliebers do, but I understand the idolizing of a hero.

If you really want to stab me do it without saying anything.

Jazz is the big brother of Revolution. Revolution follows it around.

While I now own more guns than the 82nd Airborne, my first gun is still the most important gun I've ever owned.

Trusting God means thinking and acting according to God's word in spite of circumstances, feelings, or consequences.