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

The hills are alive with the sound of music, with songs they have sung for a thousand years.

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

Why you were born and why you are living depend entirely on what you are getting out of this world and what you are giving to it. I cannot prove that this is a balance of mathematical perfection, but my own observation of life leads me to the conclusion that there is a very real friendship, both quantitatively and qualitatively, between what you contribute and what you get out of life.

If you become a teacher, by your pupils you'll be taught.

Berlin's great secret is that he says exactly what he means; sometimes he hits a gigantic line both musically and lyrically -- almost Wagnerian in its strength.

But I'm only a cockeyed optimist.