I Believe In Miracles.

This Is What You Do On Your Very First Day In Paris. You Get Yourself, Not A Drizzle, But Some Honest-to-goodness Rain, And You Find Yourself Someone Really Nice And Drive Her Through The Bois De Boulogne In A Taxi. The Rain's Very Important. That's When Paris Smells Its Sweetest. It's The Damp Chestnut Trees.

I Never Expected To Be A Star, Never Counted On It, Never Even Wanted It. Not That I Didn't Enjoy It All When It Happened.

Cheating On A Good Woman Is Like Choosing Trash Over Treasure.

If I Blow My Nose, It Gets Written All Over The World.

It Makes Me Self-conscious. It's Because I'm Known, In The Limelight, That It's Getting All The Gravy, But If You Knew, If You Saw Some Of The People Who Make It Possible For Unicef To Help These Children Survive. These Are The People Who Do The Jobs-the Unknowns, Whose Names You Will Never Know...i At Least Get A Dollar A Year, But They Don't.