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.

How are things in Glocca Mora this fine day?

No matter how much I prove and prod, I cannot quite believe in God; But oh, I hope to God that He, Unswervingly believes in me.

Music gives 'wings' to words.

A Russian child asked his mother : "does God know we don't believe in Him?"

The Lord made Adam, the Lord made Eve, he made 'em both a little bit naive.

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