He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul,
biting for anger at the read more

He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul,
biting for anger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a
passage through it.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

Style is the dress of thoughts; and let them be ever so just, if your style is homely, coarse, and read more

Style is the dress of thoughts; and let them be ever so just, if your style is homely, coarse, and vulgar, they will appear to as much disadvantage, and be as ill received, as your person, though ever so well-proportioned, would if dressed in rags, dirt, and tatters.

I dress for women and I undress for men.

I dress for women and I undress for men.

If men can run the world, why can't they stop wearing neckties? How intelligent is it to start the day read more

If men can run the world, why can't they stop wearing neckties? How intelligent is it to start the day by tying a little noose around your neck?

They look quite promising in the shop; and not entirely without hope when I get them back into my wardrobe. read more

They look quite promising in the shop; and not entirely without hope when I get them back into my wardrobe. But then, when I put them on they tend to deteriorate with a very strange rapidity and one feels so sorry for them.

Women thrive on novelty and are easy meat for the commerce of fashion. Men prefer old pipes and torn jackets. read more

Women thrive on novelty and are easy meat for the commerce of fashion. Men prefer old pipes and torn jackets. - You've Had Your Time, 1990.

Throughout the centuries, man has considered himself beautiful. I rather suppose that man only believes in his own beauty out read more

Throughout the centuries, man has considered himself beautiful. I rather suppose that man only believes in his own beauty out of pride; that he is not really beautiful and he suspects this himself; for why does he look on the face of his fellow-man with such scorn?

UGLINESS, n. A gift of the gods to certain women, entailing virtue without humility.

UGLINESS, n. A gift of the gods to certain women, entailing virtue without humility.