You've got to be taught to hate and fear.
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.
The dearest things I know are what you are.
I'm as corny as Kansas in August.
Be brave, young lovers, and follow your star.
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.