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.

Within crisis, are the seeds of opportunity.

I want to say to the people, if I am a star, the people made me a star. No studio, no person, but the people did.

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.

I read poetry to save time.

She was a girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad. And that’s important—you know

Consider the fellow. He never spends his time telling you about his previous night's date. You get the idea he has eyes only for you and wouldn't think of looking at another woman.