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

In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking. Now, Heaven knows, anything goes. The world has gone mad today, and good's bad today, and black's white today, and day's night today.

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.

He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie.

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

It was great fun, But it was just one of those things.

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