I adore America. It's an extraordinary country. A new country.

Without elegance of the heart, there is no elegance.

Finding your own style is not easy, but once found it brings complete happiness. It gives you self-confidence, always.

The most beautiful clothes that can dress a woman are the arms of the man she loves. But for those who haven't had the fortune of finding this happiness, I am there.

The most beautiful makeup of a woman is passion. But cosmetics are easier to buy.

Over the years I have learned that what is important in a dress is the woman who is wearing it.

When you feel good in a clothing anything can happen. A good clothing is a passport for happiness.

To be beautiful, woman enough to have a black sweater, black skirt and walk arm in arm with the man she loves.

Fashion comes and goes, but style is eternal.

I love black because it affirms, designs and styles. A woman in a black dress is a pencil stroke.

I have always believed that fashion was not only to make women more beautiful, but also to reassure them, give them confidence.

Throwing your heart into something is great, but when any one thing becomes all that you stand for, you're vulnerable to an identity crisis when you pivot to a Plan B.

At nighttime, you just try to keep him out of jail.

Can he love her? Can the soul really be satisfied with such polite affections? To love is to burn - to be on fire, like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise.

My grandma passed away at 98 1/2 and I want to live to 100. I want to be able to do what I can do even at 100.

Death is final. No it is not just final, it's worse than that, it's diminishing: the dead continue to decrease, to occupy less space.

No one was ever called by God to greater suffering than God's only begotten Son.

O, Life! how pleasant is thy morning, Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning! Cold pausing Caution's lesson scorning, We frisk away, Like schoolboys, at the expected warning, To joy and play.

I have my faith and my principles, and this is what makes me who I am. If the person loves me, he'll love my God too.

Do not protect yourself by a fence, but rather by your friends.

The boundary between neurology and psychiatry is becoming increasingly blurred, and its only a matter of time before psychiatry becomes just another branch of neurology.