“There is a time for work, and a time for love. That leaves no other time.”

There are people who have money and people who are rich.

Simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance.

I don’t know why women want any of the things men have when one of the things that women have is men.

Passion goes, Boredom remains.

Only those with no memory insist on their originality.

I wanted to give a woman comfortable clothes that would flow with her body. A woman is closest to being naked when she is well-dressed.

The best things in life are free. The second best things are very, very expensive.

I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at all.

I imposed black; it still going strong today, for black wipes out everything else around

No matter the age, a woman who is unloved is lost – unloved she might as well die.

Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.

I don’t do fashion, I am fashion.

Women have always been the strong ones of the world.

It is unseen, unforgettable, ultimate accessory of fashion that heralds your arrival and prolongs your departure.

Fashion is architecture: it is a matter of proportions.

A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.

When the leaves begin to fall, I find myself returning to old playlists in hopes that I can feel you holding my hand, or kissing me goodnight, or hear you singing my name into songs and blueing when it makes no sense.

Like the leaves and trees beyond repair we let go, But don’t forget love.

And just like the leaves in the fall, she fell, too. And it changed her. And it was wonderful.

The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.

April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.

Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.

Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.

Though leaves are many, the root is one.