The fact is, there is only one body ideal in fashion, and most likely, you don't have it.

Your closet needs to be a place of joy and celebration of who are you now - not who you were.

Don't let fear or insecurity stop you from trying new things. Believe in yourself. Do what you love. And most importantly, be kind to others, even if you don't like them.

You should feel beautiful and you should feel safe. What you surround yourself with should bring you peace of mind and peace of spirit.

Confidence is the best accessory. It can make or break an outfit.

Clothes allow you to see yourself in a different light. They can transform you instantly and have a very real, visceral impact. Clothes become symbolic of who we are.

Texture is something we forget - it makes outfits look very expensive. You can do a monochromatic outfit, if you're afraid of things that are more colorful and printed, and still create interest.

Rules like 'don't wear white after Labor Day' or 'shoes matching the handbag' are antiquated. Modern women should feel free to experiment.

Style offers concrete rules you can follow. You can use it as a resource rather than a barrier to feeling good about yourself.

The fashion industry [is] built on, and thrives on, our collective insecurity.

The key to personal style is understanding your individual beauty enough to know which looks will work for you and which probably won't.

Your life must be planned in such a way that you could get to a stage when you can say every day of your life is being converted to a product.

If a man neglects education, he walks lame to the end of his life.

Rub-a-dub-dub. Cerebrum in a tub.

God is glorified, not by our groans, but our thanksgivings; and all good thought and good action claim a natural alliance with good cheer.

One bipartisan policy tradition is to deny Americans the use of our own resources.

Note to self: It's hard to attain a state of no-mind when you're incredibly pumped up on tea and sugar and have to urinate every three and a half minutes.

Chance wore a white tuxedo with tails. On anyone else? Doopy. On him? Yes, please.

Austrailia, Sydney Might run up in Disney Out in LA with Lindsay.

Life ... is only heavy and none else; there is only the one trip, all heavy. Heavy that leads to the grave. For everyone and everything.

But once in a great while he remembered that he had felt pain, a terrible ache in his heart, and he swore he would never let himself feel love for a human again.