The More There Is, The Less I

This Is What You Do On Your Very First Day In Paris. You Get Yourself, Not A Drizzle, But Some Honest-to-goodness Rain, And You Find Yourself Someone Really Nice And Drive Her Through The Bois De Boulogne In A Taxi. The Rain's Very Important. That's When Paris Smells Its Sweetest. It's The Damp Chestnut Trees.

There Are Certain Shades Of Limelight That Can Wreck A Girl's Complexion.

For Entertainment, A Party Bears No One In As Much As Those Who Are Not There. ­

Nothing Is Impossible, The Word Itself Says 'i'm Possible'!

I Heard A Definition Once: Happiness Is Health And A Short Memory! I Wish I'd Invented It, Because It Is Very True.