Occupation: Lyricist Birth: August 31, 1918 Death: June 14, 1986
We met at nine We met at eight I was on time No, you were late Ah yes! I remember it well..
Stay close to the young... and a little rubs off..
You write a hit the same way you write a flop..
England still will be here without you..
Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can make you dry. Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry..
Youth has many glories, but judgement is not one of them, and no amount of electronic amplification can turn a belch into an aria..
It's not a pretty face, I grant you. But underneath its flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character..
Why can't a woman be more like a man?.
Pleasure without joy is as hollow as passion without tenderness..
There even are places where English completely disappears. In America, they haven't used it for years! Why can't the English teach their children how….