Fashions Fade, Style Is Eternal.

I Cannot Pretend To Do Sculpture And Make A Woman The Ridiculous Pedestal Of My Pretensions. To Render Clothing Poetic, Yes--but One Must Preserve Its Dignity As Clothing.

Without Elegance Of The Heart, There Is No Elegance.

A Designer Who Is Not Also A Couturier, Who Hasn't Learned The Most Refined Mysteries Of Physically Creating His Models, Is Like A Sculptor Who Gives His Drawings To Another Man, An Artisan, To Accomplish.

I Was Born With A Nervous Breakdown.

I Am No Longer Concerned With Sensation And Innovation, But With The Perfection Of My Style.