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

But I'm only a cockeyed optimist.

The dearest things I know are what you are.

If you really believe in the brotherhood of man, and you want to come into its fold, you've got to let everyone else in, too.

There is nothing like a dame.

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm.

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart.