Flowers are heaven's masterpiece.

Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.

If you don't have anything nice to say, come sit by me.

They say of me, and so they should, It's doubtful if I come to good. I see acquaintances and friends Accumulating dividends And making enviable names In science, art and parlor games. But I, despite expert advice, Keep doing things I think are nice, And though to good I never come Inseparable my nose and thumb.

Sometimes I think I'll give up trying, and just go completely Russian and sit on a stove and moan all day.

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

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