Women want to wear what they do because of what goes on in their heads. Their size and shape have practically nothing to do with it.

It is impossible to be completely abstract about clothes because they have no life unless they are worn. They must fit onto a body or they do not exist.

No garment which distorts the shape and motion of the wearer is beautiful, nor s any garment beautiful which emphasizes more than one or at most two of your sexual characteristics.

There is no word in English for chic. Why should there be? Everything chic is by legend French. Perhaps everything chic is in reality French.

Chic is a combination of style and fashion.

I don't know when the word fashion came into being, but it was an evil day. For thousands of years people got along with something called style and maybe, in another thousand, we'll go back to it.

One of the most fascinating things about the world of fashion is that practically no one knows who inhabits it or why it exists. There are a few people who know how it works, but they won't tell.

rule number one for all American women: You are to be seen and felt, but not heard. Listen and do as you are told and everything will be all right.

After marriage, all things change. And one of them better be you.

Style doesn't change every month or every year. It only changes as often as there is a real change in the point of view and lives of the people for whom it is produced.

If you feel like getting a divorce, you are no exception to the general rule.

Changing yourself changes everything.

In all fairness, darlin’, I should probably warn you that this ain’t my first rodeo.

Nihilism is a subject for comedy.

I still get so much fan mail addressed to Carol Brady, and I think a lot of it's through the Net. And I always answer it, if it's legible.

You've always said I should have an inquiring mind," she said. "I have. But not an interrupting one.

I want no Christmas without a burden for lost souls, a message for sinners, a heart to bring in the lost sheep so dear to the Shepherd, the sinning souls for whom Christ died.

Nature with her wonders blinds and binds one still. There is no escape. I love her utterly through all time and times. All over the world towns to me are prison; green fields are home.

Nobody ever thinks clearly at the airport.

Our greatest national resource is the minds of our children.

It is the wit and policy of sin to hate those we have abused.