Dey's some things I don't got to be told. I kin read them in folks' eyes.
Life is perhaps best regarded as a bad dream between two awakenings.
It's a great game - the pursuit of happiness.
What's the use coming home to get the blues over what can't be helped.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of the earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who love love?