A song without music is a lot like H2 without the O.

Deep, unspeakable suffering may well be called a baptism, a regeneration, the initiation into a new state.

There's a somebody I'm longing to see, I hope that he, turns out to be, someone to watch over me.

If you'll promise not to cry, Baby, I will kiss you by-and-by—Maybe! Though you're six feet three, You will always be Nothing but a Baby, dear, to me.

S wonderful! 'S marvelous! That you should care for me!

A song without music is a lot like H2 without the O.

Holding hands at midnight 'Neath a starry sky... Nice work if you can get it And you can get it -- if you try.