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.

All the heroes of tomorrow are the heretics of today.

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

Virtue is its own revenge.

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

Leave the atom alone.

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.