That's What Fame Is: Solitude.

A Fashion That Does Not Reach The Streets Is Not A Fashion

How Many Cares One Loses When One Decides Not To Be Something, But To Be Someone.

There Is No Time For Cut-and-dried Monotony. There Is Time For Work. And Time For Love. That Leaves No Other Time!

Fashion Becomes Unfashionable. Style Never.

I Consider Lace To Be One Of The Prettiest Imitations Ever Made Of The Fantasy Of Nature; Lace Always Evokes For Me Those Incomparable Designs Which The Branches And Leaves Of Trees Embroider Across The Sky, And I Do Not Think That Any Invention Of The Human Spirit Could Have A More Graceful Or Precise Origin.