Top 34 Quotes & Sayings by Yip Harburg

Explore popular quotes and sayings by an American lyricist Yip Harburg.
Last updated on September 18, 2024.
Yip Harburg

Edgar Yipsel Harburg was an American popular song lyricist and librettist who worked with many well-known composers. He wrote the lyrics to the standards "Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?", "April in Paris", and "It's Only a Paper Moon", as well as all of the songs for the film The Wizard of Oz, including "Over the Rainbow". He was known for the social commentary of his lyrics, as well as his leftist leanings. He championed racial and gender equality and union politics. He also was an ardent critic of religion.

It's a Barnum and Bailey world, Just as phony as it can be...
I am one of the last of a small tribe of troubadours, who still believe that life is a beautiful and exciting journey with a purpose and grace which are well worth singing about.
The world would be a safer place, If someone had a plan, Before exploring outer space, To find the inner man. — © Yip Harburg
The world would be a safer place, If someone had a plan, Before exploring outer space, To find the inner man.
No matter how high or great the throne, What sits on it is the same as your own.
Ira [Gershwin] was the shyest, most diffident boy we had ever known. In a class of lower east side rapscallions, his soft-spoken gentleness and low-keyed personality made him a lovable incongruity. He spoke in murmurs, hiding behind a pair of steel-rimmed glasses..Ira had a kid brother who wore high stiff collars, shirts with cuffs and went out with girls.
No matter how much I prove and prod, I cannot quite believe in God; But oh, I hope to God that He, Unswervingly believes in me.
WHERE and WHEN, Are lost in space. THERE and THEN, Do not embrace. So before we disappear, Come sweet NOW and kiss the HERE.
Once I built a railroad; now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?
A Russian child asked his mother : "does God know we don't believe in Him?"
My whole family has been having trouble with immigrants ever since we came to this country.
Lives of great men all remind us, Greatness takes no easy way, All the heroes of tomorrow, Are the heretics of today. Socrates and Galileo, John Brown, Thoreau, Christ, and Debs, Heard the night cry "Down with traitors!" And the dawn shout "Up the rebs!"
Did God who gave us flowers and trees, Also provide the allergies?
My heart wants roots My mind wants wings. I cannot bear Their bickerings.
Lives of great men all remind us greatness takes no easy way.
Virtue is its own revenge.
Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.
We gotta be free - The eagle and me. see Amelia Jenks Bloomer, Emancipation of Women
Music gives 'wings' to words.
Oh, innocent victims of Cupid, remember this terse little verse: To let a fool kiss you is stupid. To let a kiss fool you is worse.
When the melody touches your heart emotionally and the words hit your brain intellectually, more than likely you'll find you'll have an excellent song to sing.
When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near.
They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love, if there's moonlight all about and there's no moon above.
As the writer of the lyric of the song 'God's Country,' I am outraged by the suggestion that somehow I am connected with, believe in, or am sympathetic with Communist or totalitarian philosophy.
Someday I'll wish upon a star.
Songs are the pulse of a nation's heart. A fever chart of its health. — © Yip Harburg
Songs are the pulse of a nation's heart. A fever chart of its health.
When the idle poor, Become the idle rich, You'll never know, Just who is who, Or who is which.
The greatest romance in the life of a lyricist is when the right word meets the right note; often, however, a Park Avenue phrase elopes with a Bleecker Street chord, resulting in a shotgun wedding and a quickie divorce.
For what we are about to receive, Oh Lord 'tis Thee we thank,' said the cannibal as he cut a slice off the missionary's shank.
This we learn from Watergate that almost any creep'll be glad to help the Government overthrow the people.
I am a rebel by birth... I contest anything that is unjust, that causes suffering in humanity. My feelings about that are so strong, I don't think I could live with myself if I weren't honest.
How are things in Glocca Mora this fine day?
Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.
All the heroes of tomorrow are the heretics of today.
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why can't I?
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