Oh, innocent victims of Cupid, remember this terse little verse: To let a fool kiss you is stupid. To let a kiss fool you is worse.

The greatest romance in the life of a lyricist is when the right word meets the right note; often, however, a Park Avenue phrase elopes with a Bleecker Street chord, resulting in a shotgun wedding and a quickie divorce.

They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love, if there's moonlight all about and there's no moon above.

Did God who gave us flowers and trees, Also provide the allergies?

My whole family has been having trouble with immigrants ever since we came to this country.

Virtue is its own revenge.

April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.