Once, when I was young and true. Someone left me sad - Broke my brittle heart in two; And that is very bad. Love is for unlucky folk, Love is but a curse. Once there was a heart I broke; And that, I think, is worse.

[On Katharine Hepburn's stage performance:] She ran the whole gamut of emotions, from A to B.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

Prince or commoner, tenor or bass, Painter or plumber or never-do-well, Do me a favor and shut your face - Poets alone should kiss and tell.

Yet, as only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you'll live through the night.

Oh, both my shoes are shiny new, And pristine is my hat My dress is 1922… My life is all like that.

There are times when images blow to fluff, and comparisons stiffen and shrivel.