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

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

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

When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feel so bad.

There is nothing like a dame.

I'd let my golden chances pass me by.

Peace is not the product of a victory or a command. It has no finishing line, no final deadline, no fixed definition of achievement. Peace is a never-ending process, the work of many decisions.