Fashion is the art of making the unimportant indispensable.

Realize the complicated specials of what we call the "inferiority complex." In other words, what, Miss Thing, is so damn special about you to make you feel so specially inferior to any other jerk?

Perhaps success should not mean that you have nothing to say to anyone, no time for anybody, and not a moment left in your calendar for someone whom you might suddenly realize you love.

Fashion is the art of making the unimportant indispensable.

Get out of your house in the middle of a rainstorm, get soaked in it, and then strip down-to nothing but a smile.

Wanting someone so much that his very presence takes your breath away is one of the most thrilling happenings in life. Not getting him in no way diminishes this.

I prefer the "tackiest" person in the world to the stylish person who has no tact.