Love and work are the only two real things in our lives. They belong together, otherwise it is off. Work is in itself a form of love.

If I play a stupid girl and ask a stupid question, I've got to follow it through. What am I supposed to do, look intelligent?

Sometimes I've been to a party where no one spoke to me for a whole evening. The men, frightened by their wives or sweeties, would give me a wide berth. And the ladies would gang up in a corner to discuss my dangerous character.

Joe: You don't want me, Sugar. I'm a liar and a phony. A saxophone player. One of those no-goodniks you keep running away from. Sugar: I know, every time. Joe: Sugar, do yourself a favor. Go back to where the millionaires are, the sweet end of the lollipop, not the cole slaw in the face, the old socks and the squeezed-out tube of toothpaste. Sugar: That's right. Pour it on. Talk me out of it. (She grabs him to kiss him.)

There's no such thing as chance, it's all preordained.Lik e KISMET.

Happiness never becomes a habit.

I think to love bravely is the best and accept - as much as one can bear.