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.
Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.
My whole family has been having trouble with immigrants ever since we came to this country.
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.
Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead.
A Russian child asked his mother : "does God know we don't believe in Him?"