For a woman betrayal has no sense - one cannot betray one's passions.

I consider lace to be one of the prettiest imitations ever made of the fantasy of nature; lace always evokes for me those incomparable designs which the branches and leaves of trees embroider across the sky, and I do not think that any invention of the human spirit could have a more graceful or precise origin.

Fashion is not simply a matter of clothes. Fashion is in the air, born upon the wind. One intuits it. It is in the sky and on the road.

Traveling is so complicated. There are so many people everywhere. I make my best journeys on my couch.

Fashion is architecture: it is a matter of proportions.

Passion always goes, and boredom stays.

Where should one use perfume?" a young woman asked. "Wherever one wants to be kissed.