What Is The Point Of

I Believe In You And Me. I'm Like Albert Schweitzer And Bertrand Russell And Albert Einstein In That I Have A Respect For Life -- In Any Form. I Believe In Nature, In The Birds, The Sea, The Sky, In Everything I Can See Or That There Is Real Evidence For. If These Things Are What You Mean By God, Then I Believe In God. But I Don't Believe In A Personal God To Whom I Look For Comfort Or For A Natural On The Next Roll Of The Dice.

At Heart, I Guess I'm A Saloon Singer Because There's A Greater Intimacy Between Performer And Audience In A Nightclub. Then Again, I Love The Excitement Of Appearing Before A Big Concert Audience. Let's Just Say That The Place Isn't Important, As Long As Everybody Has A Good Time.

You Are The Promised Kiss Of Springtime That Makes The Lonely Winter Seem Long. You Are The Breathless Hush Of Evening That Trembles On The Brink Of A Lovely Song.

The Best Is Yet To Come, And Won't That Be Fine? You Think You've Seen The Sun, But You Ain't Seen It Shine.

I Said To Mr. Pavarotti Once ... A Marvelous Man And A Great Artist ... I Said To Him ... "maestro, I'm Having Trouble Closing Out A Note So That It's Almost As Thin As A Butter Knife ... Finish It Out Quietly Like That." I Said, "i Have Trouble Doing That. What Do You Think I Should Do?" He Said, "justa Close Up Your Mouth." That's All He Said, And I Fell On The Floor. I Thought He Was Gonna Give Me A Dissertation.