In The Olden Days, Everybody

A Liberal Is A Man Or A Woman Or A Child Who Looks Forward To A Better Day, A More Tranquil Night, And A Bright, Infinite Future.

When The Study Of The Arts Leads To The Adoration Of The Formula (heaven Forbid), We Shall Be Lost.

The Second Fiddle. I Can Get Plenty Of First Violinists, But To Find Someone Who Can Play The Second Fiddle With Enthusiasm

Inspiration Is Wonderful When It Happens, But The Writer Must Develop An Approach For The Rest Of The Time... The Wait Is Simply Too Long.

When The Thunder Rumbles, Now The Age Of Gold Is Dead. When The Dreams We've Clung To Trying To Stay Young, Have Left Us Parched And Old Instead. When My Courage Crumbles, When I Feel Confused And Frail, When My Spirit Falters On Decaying Altars And My Illusions Fail -- I Go On Right Then. I Go On Again. I Go On To Say I Will Celebrate Another Day. I Go On. If Tomorrow Tumbles And Everything I Love Is Gone, I Will Face Regret All My Days, And Yet I Will Still Go On.