For nobody else, gave me thrill-with all your faults, I love you still. It had to be you, wonderful you, it had to be you.
You only go around once, but if you play your cards right, once is enough.
Take a deep breath, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again.
Love and marriage, love and marriage, go together like a horse and carriage. This I tell ya, brother, you can’t have one without the other.
Here’s to the confusion of our enemies!
If power doesn’t mean that you have the opportunity to work with the people that you love, then you haven’t really got any.
What is the point of singing wonderful lyrics if the audience can’t understand what is being said or heard?
People who make a living off other people’s fortunes or misfortunes are parasites.
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 can be the most artistically perfect performer in the world, but an audience is like a broad – if you’re indifferent, Endsville.
For what is a man, what has he got. If not himself, then he has naught.
Regrets, I’ve had a few but then again too few to mention. And more, much more than this, I did it my way.
I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps.
If I had done everything I’m credited with, I’d be speaking to you from a laboratory jar at Harvard.
As you may know, I have many good friends in the press who, unfortunately, have thus far refused to identify themselves and go public.
The martial music of every sideburned delinquent on the face of the earth.
Trouble just seems to come my way-unbidden, unwelcome, unneeded.
When I sing, I believe. I’m honest. If you want to get an audience with you, there’s only one way. You have to reach out to them with total honesty and humility.
You only live once...
I’m mad about good books, can’t get my fill .