I arrived in Hollywood twenty pounds overweight and as strong as an ox.

You dance love, and you dance joy, and you dance dreams.

I didn't want to move or act like a rich man. I wanted to dance in a pair of jeans. I wanted to dance like the man in the streets.

I got started dancing because I knew it was one way to meet girls.

Any man who looks like a sissy while dancing is just a lousy dancer.

If Fred Astaire is the Cary Grant of dance, I'm the Marlon Brando.

My mother had gotten a job as a receptionist at a dancing school and had the idea that we should open our own dancing school; we did, and it prospered.

Fred Astaire represented the aristocracy, I represented the proletariat.

When Ginger Rogers danced with Astaire, it was the only time in the movies when you looked at the man, not the woman.

The way I look at a musical, you are commenting on the human condition no matter what you do. A musical may be light and frivolous, but by its very nature, it makes some kind of social comment.

I took it as it came and it happened to be very nice.

If you can't find good friends to surround yourself with, then by all means be on your own. Bad friends corrupt good minds.

Happiness is your dentist telling you it won't hurt and then having him catch his hand in the drill.

There is no reward from God to those who seek it from men.

Socialism is simply a re-assertion of that tribal ethics whose gradual weakening had made an approach to the Great Society possible.

There is a quickness of perception in some, a nicety in the discernment of character, a natural penetration, in short, which no experience in others can equal.

Every time there's been an out-of-bounds remark made by a Republican, no matter where they are, I have repudiated them.

When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.

In a twilight garden, when a brown nightingale starts singing, what is left to a blonde chicken is to remain silent.

How often, being moved under a false cause, if the person offending makes a good defense and presents us with a just excuse, are we angry against truth and innocence itself?

Yes; quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down you'd treat if met where any bar is, or help to half-a-crown.