Why you were born and why you are living depend entirely on what you are getting out of this world and what you are giving to it. I cannot prove that this is a balance of mathematical perfection, but my own observation of life leads me to the conclusion that there is a very real friendship, both quantitatively and qualitatively, between what you contribute and what you get out of life.

A bell's not a bell 'til you ring it, A song's not a song 'til you sing it, Love in your heart wasn't put there to stay, Love isn't love 'til you give it away!

I'd let my golden chances pass me by.

I'm not going to run, I'm going to stand here and watch. Every blow will cut into my heart, and tell me who and what you are.

I'm in Love with a Wonderful Guy

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

Some enchanted evening, you may see a stranger Across a crowded room.