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 as restless as a willow in a windstorm.

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart, and you'll never walk alone, you'll never walk alone.

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

These are a few of my favorite things.

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

But I'm only a cockeyed optimist.