“I’m as gay as a daffodil, my dear!”

We should never be disappointed with money; Because we only get what we have got.

My soul has painted like the wings of butterflies, Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends

I always knew I was a star. And now, the rest of the world seems to agree with me.

I fall in love much too quickly and that results in me getting badly hurt. The problem with love is that you lose control and that is a very vulnerable state to be in.

Too much love will kill you just as sure as none at all.

We’re a very expensive group; we break a lot of rules. It’s unheard of to combine opera with a rock theme, my dear.

A concert is not a live rendition of our album. It’s a theatrical event.

When we began, we approached it the way we did because we were not prepared to be out-of-work musicians, ever. We said either take it on as a serious commodity or don’t do it at all.

I have fun with my clothes onstage; it’s not a concert you’re seeing, it’s a fashion show.

I won’t be a rockstar. I will be a legend.

I love the fact that I can make people happy, in any form. Even if it’s just an hour of their lives, if I can make them feel lucky or make them feel good, or bring a smile to a sour face, that to me is worthwhile.

Modern paintings are like women, you’ll never enjoy them if you try to understand them.

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies, Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.

We’re a bit flashy, but the music’s not one big noise.

In terms of love, you’re not in control and I hate that feeling. I seem to write a lot of sad songs because I’m a very tragic person. But there’s always an element of humor at the end.

I dress to kill, but tastefully.

Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people. There is no more mistaken path to happiness than worldliness.

National socialism is the determination to create a new man. There will no longer exist any individual arbitrary will, nor realms in which the individual belongs to himself. The time of happiness as a private matter is over.

I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled.

Happiness comes from doing the things that set your soul free.

Not only are there no happy endings,’ she told him, ‘there aren’t even any endings.

If there were in the world today any large number of people who desired their own happiness more than they desired the unhappiness of others, we could have paradise in a few years.

And the boy loved the tree, very much. And the tree was happy.