Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Romania.

How do people go to sleep? I'm afraid I've lost the knack. I might try busting myself smartly over t...

I don't know much about being a millionaire, but I'll bet I'd be a darling at it....

The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core. Scratch a lover and find a foe!...