Do you love me because I'm beautiful, or am I beautiful because you love me?

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

You've got to be taught to be afraid Of people whose eyes are oddly made, Of people whose skin is a different shade. You've got to be carefully taught.

Fools give you reasons, wise men never try.

But I'm only a cockeyed optimist.

There is nothing like a dame.

These are a few of my favorite things.