It is a modern tragedy that despair has so many spokesmen, and hope so few.

There is a very real relationship, both quantitatively and qualitatively, between what you contribute and what you get out of this world.

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.

Do I love you because you're beautiful, or are you beautiful because I love you? Am I making believe I see in you, a woman too perfect to be really true? Do I want you because you're wonderful, or are you wonderful because I want you? Are you the sweet invention of a lover's dream, or are you really as beautiful as you seem?

You've got to be taught to be afraid Of people whose eyes are oddly made, Of people whose skin is a different shade. You've got to be carefully taught.

Hello, Young Lovers, Wherever You Are.

You can have fun with a son, But you got to be a father to a girl.