I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm.
Some enchanted evening, you may see a stranger Across a crowded room.
I know the world is filled with troubles and many injustices. But reality is as beautiful as it is ugly. I think it is just as important to sing about beautiful mornings as it is to talk about slums. I just couldn't write anything without hope in it.
It is a modern tragedy that despair has so many spokesmen, and hope so few.
For when I fool the people I fear, I fool myself as well.
You've got to be taught to hate and fear.