Everyone's in their own personal coma.
Excepting the infinite spirit, everything else is changing. There is the whirl of change.
There is no other teacher but your own soul.
My countrymen should have nerves of steel, muscles of iron, and minds like thunderbolt.
My child, what I want is muscles of iron and nerves of steel, inside which dwells a mind of the same material as that of which the thunderbolt is made.
There is no motion in a straight line. A straight line infinitely projected becomes a circle.
The will is not free - it is a phenomenon bound by cause and effect - but there is something behind the will which is free.
Giant agencies are wobbling like drunkards. . . the rest of you should be sharpening your knives.
A woman never forgets her sex. She would rather talk with a man than an angel, any day.
Hands have their own language.
My muse changes all the time because I think every designer is a bit of a muse for themselves in a way - they just don't want to say it.