Money was made, not to command our will, But all our lawful pleasures to fulfill. Shame and woe to us, if we our wealth obey; The horse doth with the horseman away.

And there was that poor sucker Flaubert rolling around on his floor for three days looking for the right word.

At birth the Devil touched my tongue.

Some men break your heart in two, Some men fawn and flatter, Some men never look at you; And that cleans up the matter.

By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing. And he vows his passion is, Infinite, undying. Lady make note of this -- One of you is lying.

Now I know the things I know, and I do the things I do; and if you do not like me so, to hell, my love, with you!

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