Here was the freedom I desired, long sought-for, not yet known Freedom to write, to walk, to wander, freedom to climb hills, to pull a boat, to be alone.

But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.

Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind.

We are all ghosts of yesterday, and the phantom of tomorrow awaits us alike in sunshine or in shadow, dimly perceived at times, never entirely lost.

Men are simpler than you imagine my sweet child. But what goes on in the twisted, tortuous minds of women would baffle anyone.

I wish I was a woman of about thirty-six dressed in black satin with a string of pearls.

Women want love to be a novel, men a short story.

A dreamer, I walked enchanted, and nothing held me back.

Life was a series of greetings and farewells, one was always saying good-bye to something, to someone.

I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say.

The point is, life has to be endured, and lived. But how to live it is the problem.

There must be a certain amount of imitation, copying, in outward technique, but when there is inward, psychological imitation surely we cease to be creative.

If you want a vision of the future, imagine someone watching a boot stamping on a human face - forever...and ‘liking’ it.

I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.

I was like a clock that had exploded- my springs were hanging out, my hands were cockeyed, and my numbers were falling off.

A passion for flowers, is, I think, the only one which long sickness leaves untouched with its chilling influence.

It is no doubt possible to fly--but first you must know how to dance like an angel.

If sentiment doesn't ultimately make fibbers of some people, their natural abominable memories almost certainly will.

I like people who are powerful, confident, and fearless. Balmain is about an attitude. I think if Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Taylor were alive, they would definitely be part of the Balmain crew.

I took one piano lesson and hated it and then didn't take any piano lessons until I was 18.

If you want to civilize a man, begin with his grandmother.