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

Did God who gave us flowers and trees, Also provide the allergies?

Virtue is its own revenge.

When the idle poor, Become the idle rich, You'll never know, Just who is who, Or who is which.

This we learn from Watergate that almost any creep'll be glad to help the Government overthrow the people.

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.

Follow the yellow brick road.