Nothing is more pathetic than the bore who claims attention and gets it.

Can't brain; Got the dumb.

Quasimodo had it harder than you, but you're sorrier for yourself...

The night is a melancholy blanket that wraps you up in an amorous grasp while she feeds the depths of confusion and chaos.

Your song has been sung and I am lost somewhere within the crescendo

All the wisdom I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own.

A friend is one who knows the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails...

Sometimes when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.

I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone.

Music is the literature of the heart; it begins when speech ends...