When the idle poor become the idle rich, you'll never know just who is who, or which is which.
— E. Y. Harburg
There ought to be a law against necessity.
Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead.
Leave the atom alone.
When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near.
Follow the yellow brick road.
Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.
The Lord made Adam, the Lord made Eve, he made 'em both a little bit naive.
Follow the fellow who follows a dream.
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.
