They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love, if there's moonlight all about and there's no moon above.

Virtue is its own revenge.

If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why can't I?

Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead.

Ira [Gershwin] was the shyest, most diffident boy we had ever known. In a class of lower east side rapscallions, his soft-spoken gentleness and low-keyed personality made him a lovable incongruity. He spoke in murmurs, hiding behind a pair of steel-rimmed glasses..Ira had a kid brother who wore high stiff collars, shirts with cuffs and went out with girls.

All the heroes of tomorrow are the heretics of today.

For what we are about to receive, Oh Lord 'tis Thee we thank,' said the cannibal as he cut a slice off the missionary's shank.