Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)
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.
She was pleased to have him come and never sorry to see him go.
The House Beautiful is the play lousy.
Flowers are heaven's masterpiece.