Follow the fellow who follows a dream.

Once I built a railroad; now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?

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

How are things in Glocca Mora this fine day?

The greatest romance in the life of a lyricist is when the right word meets the right note; often, however, a Park Avenue phrase elopes with a Bleecker Street chord, resulting in a shotgun wedding and a quickie divorce.

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

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