“No 27-year-old has the experience to run a company that does a quarter of a billion dollars a year in sales.”

I don’t trust a lot of journalists.

I’m a sexual person, and that’s reflected in my clothes and my advertisements.

People in their 70s can still have incredible lives. Health is the most important thing.

We’re not doing outrageous fashion; I make sports clothes that are relatively conservative, clothes that everyone wears.

I still drink vodka; I’m not an advocate of drinking, but I’m no angel. I don’t like grass, because it just makes me hungry.

People read things into my commercials that don’t even exist.

I love women. I’m trying to do beautiful things with them. I’m not trying to insult them. My life is not about that.

The only way to advertise is by not focusing on the product.

I’m not trying to be Mr. Universe, but I want to stay in shape.

When I get into bed at night, I hope I don’t get into it alone!

My wardrobe consists of antique clothes, many of my designs, plus shoes and shirts from Brooks Brothers and Paul Stuart.

I’m more offended when someone’s killed on television than when there’s something that’s sensuous or sexual. So what?

Commercials capture your attention, that’s all.

I couldn’t have attended half the parties that I was supposed to have been to according to the newspapers. It bothers me.

Traditionally, the sample is always better than the stock you deliver to the store.

People who run a ready-to-wear company are businessmen rather than production or design people.

Female beauties are as fickle in their faces as in their minds; though casualties should spare them, age brings in a necessity of decay.

We of this age have discovered a shorter, and more prudent method to become scholars and wits, without the fatigue of reading or of thinking.

An artist must be a reactionary. He has to stand out against the tenor of the age and not go flopping along.

No man was ever so completely skilled in the conduct of life, as not to receive new information from age and experience.

Port is not for the very young, the vain and the active. It is the comfort of age and the companion of the scholar and the philosopher.

Morality comes with the sad wisdom of age, when the sense of curiosity has withered.

I’m as old as my tongue and a little older than my teeth.

Religion seems to have grown an infant with age, and requires miracles to nurse it, as it had in its infancy.