When the idle poor become the idle rich, you'll never know just who is who, or which is which.
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.
Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead.
Follow the fellow who follows a dream.
Follow the yellow brick road.
Leave the atom alone.
The Lord made Adam, the Lord made Eve, he made 'em both a little bit naive.
There ought to be a law against necessity.