“Just look at it. No wonder so many artists have come here and called it home. Brother.”

There even are places where English completely disappears. In America, they haven’t used it for years!

On a clear day, how it will astound you That the glow of your feelings outshines every star.

On a clear day, rise and look around you, and you’ll see who you are.

Men die but an idea does not.

Lots of cosy sky That God and I can share. I need air. I need air.

A schedule so tight that it would only work if I didn’t sleep on Monday nights.

Pleasure without joy is as hollow as passion without tenderness.

It’s not a pretty face, I grant you. But underneath its flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.

All to often, however, what she [the woman] does want is the man she hopes she will make out of the man she already has.

Don’t let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining moment, that was known as Camelot.

I could have danced all night!

There’s a smile on my face for the whole human race.

Eternally noble, historically fair; Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat. Why can’t a woman be like that?

By order summer lingers through September In Camelot.

I’m getting married in the morning! / Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime.

Why can’t the English teach their children how to speak?