I see litter as part of a long continuum of anti-social behaviour.
If it's not there in fashion, fantasize it.
I've never met a leopard print I didn't like.
Vogue always did stand for people's lives. I mean, a new dress doesn't get you anywhere; it's the life you're living in the dress, and the sort of life you had lived before, and what you will do in it later.
Balenciaga did the most delicious evening clothes. Clothes aren't delicious any more.
The body must stay fit. Fit people like themselves much better.
God was fair to the Japanese. He gave them no oil, no diamonds. He gave them style.
It has become part of the accepted wisdom to say that the twentieth century was the century of physics and the twenty-first century will be the century of biology.
What a contrast between the stern and desolate poetry of Ossian, and that of Chaucer, and even of Shakespeare and Milton, much more of Dryden, and Pope, and Gray! Our summer of English poetry, like the Greek and Latin before it, seems well advanced towards its fall, and laden with the fruit and foliage of the season, with bright autumnal tints, but soon the winter will scatter its myriad clustering and shading leaves, and leave only a few desolate and fibrous boughs to sustain the snow and rime, and creak in the blasts of age.
The hero used to be the one in white. Now he is harder to spot.
Happiness is the natural state for someone who knows that there's nothing to know.