Be a clown, be a clown, — Cole Porter

"They say that spring Means just one thing To little lovebirds. Were not above birds, Lets misbehave."

"In shallow shoals, English soles do it Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it."

"If you want a future, darling, Why dont you get a past?"

"Electric eels I might add do it, Though it shocks em I know..."

"Too bad, Im no poet, I happen to know it, But anyway Heres a roundelay I wrote last night about you..."

"What is this thing called love? This funny thing called love? Just who can solve this mystery? Why should it make a fool of me?"

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"

"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"

"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."

"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"

"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."