I like to indulge myself by sitting up late without having to do anything in the morning.

Blue jeans are the most beautiful things since the gondola.

The only real elegance is in the mind; if you've got that, the rest really comes from it.

You don't have to be born beautiful to be wildly attractive.

The bikini is the most important thing since the atom bomb.

The two greatest mannequins of the century were Gertrude Stein and Edith Sitwell - unquestionably. You just couldn't take a bad picture of those two old girls

There's only one very good life and that's the life you know you want and you make it yourself.

A world without leopards, well, who would want to live in it?

Red is the great clarifier - bright and revealing. I can't imagine becoming bored with red - it would be like becoming bored with the person you love.

You're not supposed to give people what they want, you're supposed to give them what they don't know that they want yet.

The first thing to do is to arrange to be born in Paris. After that, everything follows quite naturally.

Purposefully living a life that glorifies the Kingdom is the essence of our creation

I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them

Mythology is a set of primitive lies that people rarely believe. This is rather different from history, which is a set of lies that people believe.

It was his home now. But it could not be his home till he had gone from it and returned to it. Now he was the Prodigal Son.

It is only for the sake of those without hope that hope is given to us.

a good book can make an almost impossible existence, liveable ( from 'the luck of the word' )

Experience isn't interesting until it begins to repeat itself. In fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience.

The biggest industry hoax is that the United States can't move to renewable energy now. It's a lie.

When you are starting a new business you don't want to go after giant markets. You want to go after small markets and take over those markets quickly.

Far from his illness The wolves ran on through the evergreen forests, The peasant river was untempted by the fashionable quays; By mourning tongues The death of the poet was kept from his poems.