Alas, It Looks Like Those Unsubstantiated Rumours

Paul's Last Words To Linda: "you're Up On Your Beautiful Appaloosa Stallion. It's A Fine Spring Day. We're Riding Through The Woods. The Bluebells Are All Out, And The Sky Is Clear-blue".

In The End, The Love You Take Is Equal To The Love You Make.

I Think The French Girls Are Fabulous.

Lady Madonna Lying On The Bed Listen To The Music Playing In Your Head.

The Good Lord Made This World And Everything That's In It. The Way I See It, Baby, You Got To Love It To The Limit.