Something that simply mystifies me.

Every time I look down on this timeless town Whether blue or gray be her skies. Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears, More and more do I realize: I love Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles, I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles. I love Paris every moment, Every moment of the year. I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris? Because my love is near.

Birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it; let's do it, let's fall in love.

I don't know anyone who sits down to write a song hit except Irving Berlin. He can't help writing hits.

Let's Do It; Let's Fall in Love.

Don't hit the person across from you with bits of toast, And don't, when dinner is nearly through, say 'Who's the host' It isn't done.

All the inspiration I ever needed was a phone call from a producer.