Chic rarely bothers to leave the Rue De Faubourg Saint-Honore.

The Classic Notting Hill junkie, i.e; Armani underwear, Pink's shirt and Burberry belt tourniquets

Men think wiles charming unless they find out your charms are wiles.

Wear your pain like lip gloss!

My love is unique. No one can rival her, for she is the most beautiful girl alive. Just by passing, she has stolen my heart.

A pair of Blahniks and a girl can vanquish anything

I suppose you’re young, ’ she conceded, managing once again to make youth sound like impetigo

London is speared by the tube map of fashion zone: zone one is classic-edgy, zone two is edgy-dowdy while the counties do a classic, edgy, dowdy hotch potch - epitomised so beautifully by Kate Moss.

I had walked all over the fragile bloom of his heart like a Boadicea in Blahniks

The Duke is worried you lack the fitness to walk up Bond Street. You’re generation lacks the drive.

Pleasantly bustling shoppers streamed past us on Bond Street - smart-suited men and well-heeled women whose commitment to luxury goods glazed over their eyes like a bad case of malaria.

Hunger allows no choiceTo the citizen or the police

A street full of electric light is a sign of civic failure and is an insulting injury to the soul. Shutting out the night is as disastrous as shutting out the light.

Strong government doesn't mean simply military power or an efficient intelligence apparatus. Instead, it should mean effective, fair administration - in other words, 'good governance.'

If there is one path above all others to war, it is the path of weakness and disunity.

Labor with the heart, when the heart is pure and true, is the noblest labor.

Leadership consists not in degrees of technique but in traits of character.

That's the problem with truth. The truth is relentless. It won't leave you alone. It keeps creeping up on you from every side, showing you what's really so. That can he annoying.

Religion must always be a crab fruit; it cannot be grafted, and keep its wild beauty.

What goes by the name of love is banishment, with now and then a postcard from the homeland, such is my considered opinion, this evening.

The force that propels the human spirit on the clear way forward and upward is the abstract spirit.