I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm.
I'm as corny as Kansas in August.
June is bustin' out all over.
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.
The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay, I heard the laughter of her heart in every street café.
It is a modern tragedy that despair has so many spokesmen, and hope so few.