I'm As Restless As A Willow In

A Bell's Not A Bell 'til You Ring It, A Song's Not A Song 'til You Sing It, Love In Your Heart Wasn't Put There To Stay, Love Isn't Love 'til You Give It Away!

Some Enchanted Evening, You May See A Stranger Across A Crowded Room.

Why You Were Born And Why You Are Living Depend Entirely On What You Are Getting Out Of This World And What You Are Giving To It. I Cannot Prove That This Is A Balance Of Mathematical Perfection, But My Own Observation Of Life Leads Me To The Conclusion That There Is A Very Real Friendship, Both Quantitatively And Qualitatively, Between What You Contribute And What You Get Out Of Life.

It Is A Modern Tragedy That Despair Has So Many Spokesmen, And Hope So Few.

Do You Love Me Because I'm Beautiful, Or Am I Beautiful Because You Love Me?