Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.

Blue moon you saw me standing alone Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own.

Wide awake I can make my most fantastic dreams come true.

How we love sequestering, where no pests are pestering.

I took one look at you That's all I meant to do And my heart stood still.

When love congeals It soon reveals The faint aroma of performing seals, The double-crossing of a pair of heels. I wish I were in love again!

I get too hungry for dinner at eight. I like the theater, but never come late. I never bother with people I hate. That's why the lady is a tramp.

Unrequited love's a bore.

Painters of paintings, writers of books, never could tell the half.

Falling in love with love Is falling for make-believe.

The lovely loving and the hateful hates.

After each of his books, the writer, for a while, feels once again that he can now die happy.

It is important to correct bad behavior one toe at a time.

I cant believe that having said what I said was interpreted as having been what I said when I said it, because I said it where I said it, when I said it, and who I said it to.

Yes, I did lock myself in my room for about two years and write some songs and things like that. But I don't feel like I missed out on a whole lot.

Despite all the progress of civilization, women have remained exactly as they emerged from the hand of Nature.

Yes, hardships come. But I see in my life and in the lives of others how often something that does not have to be held as a hardship is dealt with by the mind as though it is.

Art still has truth. Take refuge there.

Although wisdom is built on life experiences, the mere accumulation of years guarantees nothing.

Dead fields under a November sky, scattered rose petals brown and turning up at the edges, empty pools scummed with algae, rot, decomposition, dust.

a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief