“I’ve got my love to keep me warm.”

Got no checkbooks, got no banks. Still I’d like to express my thanks – I’ve got the sun in the mornin’ and the moon at night.

A patriotic song is an emotion and you must not embarrass an audience with it, or they will hate your guts.

Music is so important. It changes thinking, it influences everybody, whether they know it or not. Music knows no boundary lines.

Gos bless America, my home sweet home.

Our attitudes control our lives. Attitudes are a secret power working twenty-four hours a day, for good or bad. It is of paramount importance that we know how to harness and control this great force.

The toughest thing about success is that you’ve got to keep on being a success.

Heaven… I’m in heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak.

The world would not be in such a snarl, had Marx been Groucho instead of Karl.

All alone by the telephone.

Talent is only a starting point in business. You’ve got to keep working that talent.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know, Where the tree tops glisten And children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow.

You can’t write a song out of thin air you have to feel and know what you are writing about.

Talent is only a starting point.

God bless America, land that I love, Stand beside her, and guide her, Through the night, with the light from above, From the mountains, to the prairies To the oceans, white with foam God bless America, my home sweet home, God bless America! My Home Sweet Home!

I long to be out in the sun with no work to be done.

We got to keep on being a success.

Only a fool permits the letter of the law to override the spirit in the heart. Do not let a piece of paper stand in the way of true love and headlines.

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

I feel some part of me can wake up and be very existential and the next day wake up and be sort of in love with the universe.

I hate myself on the screen. I want to die. My voice is either too high or too gravelly. I want to dive under the carpet. I’d love to be tall and willowy. I’m short.

I could never throw Love out of the window.

Love is the key we must turn, truth is the flame we must burn.

Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ’s particular love’s sake!

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.