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

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.

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

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.

A Russian child asked his mother : "does God know we don't believe in Him?"

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?