COLE PORTER

He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie.

It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely.

All the world loves a clown.

Good authors, too, who once knew better words now only use four-letter words writing prose... anything goes.

Most gentlemen don't like love, they just like to kick it around.

I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles.

In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking but now, God knows, anything goes.

My sole inspiration is a telephone call from a director.

I ask the Lord in Heaven above / What is this thing called Love?

Let's Do It; Let's Fall in Love.

What moments divine , what rapture serene.

Every time I look down on this timeless town Whether blue or gray be her skies. Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears, More and more do I realize: I love Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles, I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles. I love Paris every moment, Every moment of the year. I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris? Because my love is near.

The world admits bears in pits do it, Even Pekingeses at the Ritz do it, Let's do it, let's fall in love.

Some Argentines, without means, do it, People say, in Boston , even beans do it. Let's do it, let's fall in love .

Birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it; let's do it, let's fall in love.

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences Don't fence me in

If you ever feel so happy you land in jail, I'm your bail.

It was great fun, But it was just one of those things.

I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop But if baby I'm the bottom, you're the top.

Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? I don't.

Night and day, you are the one.

In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking. Now, Heaven knows, anything goes. The world has gone mad today, and good's bad today, and black's white today, and day's night today.

I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all. So, tell me why should it be true, that I get a kick out of you?