Star quality: I don't know what it is, but I've got it.

I can't sing, but I know how to, which is quite different.

You kissed me because you were awfully nice and I was awfully nice and we both liked kissing very much. It was inevitable.

For gin, in cruel sober truth, supplies the fuel for flaming youth.

I never cared who scored the goal, or which side won the silver cup. I never learned to bat or bowl; but I heard the curtain going up.

There are bad times just around the corner, There are dark clouds travelling through the sky, And it's no good whining, About a silver lining, For we know from experience they won't roll by...

Mona Lisa looks as if she has just been sick, or is about to be.