For when I fool the people I fear, I fool myself as well.
I'm as corny as Kansas in August.
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.
Do you love me because I'm beautiful, or am I beautiful because you love me?
Fools give you reasons, wise men never try.
It is a modern tragedy that despair has so many spokesmen, and hope so few.