When the melody touches your heart emotionally and the words hit your brain intellectually, more than likely you'll find you'll have an excellent song to sing.

Songs are the pulse of a nation's heart. A fever chart of its health.

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

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

We gotta be free - The eagle and me. see Amelia Jenks Bloomer, Emancipation of Women

Leave the atom alone.

There ought to be a law against necessity.