Grab your coat, and get your hat, Leave your worry on the doorstep Just direct your feet, To the sunny side of the street.

My father assigned me to keep his scrapbooks. At first I was interested in reading only his rave notices, but I got interested in reading what the critics were saying about whether the play was good or not.

No thesaurus can give you those words, no rhyming dictionary. They must happen out of you.

Love is the reason for it all.

Oh yes, we're very happy.

We've accumulated a lot of things over the years and many things from our grandmother. Hopefully it'll be all right. I really don't want to cry, but I can't help it.