The supreme happiness of life is
the conviction that we are loved
- loved for ourselves,
or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
Julia: sigh... What Should I do??Paul: About what?Julia: I don't REALLY want to go back into government work. Shouldn't I find SOMETHING to do? Wives... They don't do anything here. That's not me, Its JUST NOT ME.Paul: I know.Julia: I saw a notice on the bulletin board at the embassy, Hat making Lessons.Paul: You Like hats.Julia: I do... I DO.Paul: (with deep care in his voice) What is it you REALLY Like to do?Julia: EAT!!! (much Laughter and smiles)