The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay, I heard the laughter of her heart in every street café.

You can have fun with a son, But you got to be a father to a girl.

Do I love you because you're beautiful, or are you beautiful because I love you? Am I making believe I see in you, a woman too perfect to be really true? Do I want you because you're wonderful, or are you wonderful because I want you? Are you the sweet invention of a lover's dream, or are you really as beautiful as you seem?

It is a modern tragedy that despair has so many spokesmen, and hope so few.

I'm as corny as Kansas in August.

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart, and you'll never walk alone, you'll never walk alone.

There is a very real relationship, both quantitatively and qualitatively, between what you contribute and what you get out of this world.