“When in doubt, wear red.”

Red is the ultimate cure for sadness.

Something about glamour interested me. All my schoolbooks had drawings of women on terraces with a cocktail and a cigarette.

Reading has given me more satisfaction than really anything else.

I have a firm belief in such things as, you know, the water, the Earth, the trees and sky. And I’m wondering, it is increasingly difficult to find those elements in nature, because it’s nature I believe in rather than some spiritual thing.

Fashion can be bought by anybody; style takes discernment, it has to do with individuality.

Faith and doubt go hand in hand, they are complementaries. One who never doubts will never truly believe.

Doubters do not achieve; skeptics do not contribute; cynics do not create.

The past was great no doubt, but I sincerely believe that the future will be more glorious still.

If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they’d immediately go out.

And better had they ne’er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.

Failure is a feeling long before it becomes an actual result. It’s vulnerability that breeds with self-doubt and then is escalated, often deliberately, by fear.

My head was full of misty fumes of doubt.

The soul is subject to health and disease, just as is the body. The health and disease of both, undoubtedly depend upon beliefs and customs, which are peculiar to mankind.