Cole Porter Quotes

Be like the bluebird who never is blue, For he knows from his upbringing what singing can do

All the inspiration I ever needed was a phone call from a producer.

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

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

Live and let live, be and let be, Hear and let hear, see and let see. . . . Live and let live and remember this line: 'Your bus'ness is your bus'ness and my bus'ness is mine.'

Night and day you are the one, Only you beneath the moon and under the sun.

Be a clown , be a clown, All the world loves a clown. Act the fool , play the calf, And you'll always have the last laugh .

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

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

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?

I don't know anyone who sits down to write a song hit except Irving Berlin. He can't help writing hits.

You all have learned reliance On the sacred teachings of Science, So I hope, through life, you will never decline In spite of philistine Defiance To do what all good scientists do. Experiment. Make it your motto day and night. Experiment. And it will lead you to the light.

I've got you deep in the heart of me.

Now: heaven knows, anything goes.

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.

a college education I would never propose - a bachelor's degree won't even keep you in clothes

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

My sole inspiration is a telephone call from a director. ... (when asked who wrote 'Some Enchanted Evening') Rodgers and Hammerstein, if you can imagine it taking two men to write one song. ... Good authors, too, who once knew better words now use only four-letter words writing prose. ... Brush up your Shakespeare and they'll all kowtow.

My sole inspiration is a telephone call from a director.

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

Sad times May follow your tracks, Bad times May bar you from Saks, Add times When Satan in slacks Breaks down your self control.

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above. Don't fence me in. Let me ride through the wide open country that I love Don't fence me in Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees Send me off forever but I ask you please Don't fence me in

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.

What moments divine , what rapture serene.

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