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.

I could have spread my wings and done a thousand things I've never done before.

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

Lots of cosy sky That God and I can share. I need air. I need air.

Pleasure without joy is as hollow as passion without tenderness.

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

Men die but an idea does not.