The old joke was Mitch Leigh, land baron, barren land.

To call somebody a Jewish composer is obviously redundant.

Not exactly what the world was looking for, a musical on 'Don Quixote.' It was required reading in high school.

When you think of Mitch Leigh as a businessman, remember he's also a composer. And when you think of Mitch Leigh as a composer, remember he's also a businessman.

There's more musical freedom on Madison Avenue than anywhere else. It's an Eden for a composer.

o each his Dulcinea, that he alone can name...to each a secret hiding place where he can find the haunting face to light his secret flame. For with his Dulcinea beside him, so to stand, a man can do quite anything, outfly the bird upon the wing, hold moonlight in his hand. Yet if you build your life on dreams, it's prudent to recall--a man with moonlight in his hand has nothing there at all. There is no Dulcinea, she's made of flame and air, and yet how lovely life would seem if ev'ry man could weave a dream to keep him from despair. To each his Dulcinea...though she's naught but flame and air!