Quotes about Style

If we examine the poems of Thérèse of Lisieux at all, they reveal themselves richer than we first thought. And this is the problem with her poetry: We have to go beyond the simple style, which is naturally and deliberately artless—as is fitting for a "Carmelite poem"—to discover the treasures it conceals.

Any man may be in good spirits and good temper when he's well dressed. There ain't much credit in that.

I love clothes. I don't know a woman who doesn't. But generally women are intrigued with fashion. Designers are almost making fun of us at times.

Every time a woman leaves off something she looks better, but every time a man leaves off something he looks worse.

I cannot illustrate huge differences between male and female spiritualities except in their starting points, style and fascinations along the way. This is significant, however, and has huge pastoral implications: men must be challenged in the world of doing; women must be challenged in the world of relating.

In matters of style, swim with the current; in matters of principle, stand like a rock.

Perhaps no two events ever united so intimately and forceably to combat and expel prejudice, as the Revolution of America, and the Alliance with France. Their effects are felt, and their influence already extends as well to the old world as the new. Our style and manner of thinking have undergone a revolution, more extraordinary than the political revolution of the country. We see with other eyes; we hear with other ears; and think with other thoughts, than those we formerly used.

I hope you hair curls naturally, does it? Yes, darling, with a little help from others.

And, after all, what is a fashion? From the artistic point of view, it is usually a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.

She has form, he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove - that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good.

I wear my hat as I please, indoors or out.

The words, actions and sufferings of Jesus form an aesthetic unity, held together by the 'style' of unconditional love.