Everything is trust, all the rest is dust.

I was in Britain that year [1963] and some music publishing people in Denmark Street in London suggested me to the BBC. So I found myself in front of a British television show, which was a nice surprise.

See the judge upon the bench who tries the case as best he can, see the wise and wicked ones who feed upon life's sacred fire, see the soldier with his gun who must be dead to be admired.

It seems so lucky to just to have the right of telling you with all my might, you're beautiful tonight.

I was happy to be in England, because my mother had always loved the royals, and so do I.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours?

Give me a wave I can ride upon, come and show your strength to me.