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.

April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.

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

Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.

All the heroes of tomorrow are the heretics of today.

Someday I'll wish upon a star.

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