clothes

Real holiness has love for its essence, humility for its clothing, the good of others as its employment, and the honor of God as its end.

I have learned as I have become older that worldly goods and things are of minor importance. One needs only sufficient food to sustain his body, a reasonable amount of clothing to wear, and sufficient comforts of home, and probably some money for entertainment, cultural things, church service, taxes, and traveling. The man with worldly riches cannot use more. He cannot wear two shirts comfortably at one time, nor can he eat two meals at one time. (Of course I know some who try.) I do not mean that one should cease trying to achieve; but what I am trying to say is that one should put first things first. The things of greater worth lie in the realm of the spiritual. They really constitute our eternal possessions of untold worth. Remember the admonition Jesus gave: Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust cloth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust cloth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. Matthew 6 :19-21.

While clothes may not make the woman, they certainly have a strong effect on her self-confidence - which, I believe, does make the woman.

Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence in society.

At the beach, Sugar notices that although Daphne is a big girl with large shoulders and arms, she's also flat: "You're so flat-chested. Clothes hang better on you than they do on me."

People need joy. Quote as much as clothing. Some of them need it far more.

People need joy. Quite as much as clothing. Some of them need it far more.

I know not what you believe of God, but I believe He gave yearnings and longings to be filled, and that He did not mean all our time should be devoted to feeding and clothing the body.

An aphorism is [that which] drags from obscurity a recognizable intuition by clothing it in words.

I think back just a few years when I was sixteen-years old and a printing apprentice. A fellow apprentice was totally engrossed in motorcycles. In those days, we rode British motorcycles, and he had an AJS-350. One sunny summer's day, he said to me, '"Would you like to come for a ride on my motorcycle?" That seemed to be a good idea. In those days we didn't wear any protective clothing, and, thus very lightly clad, I became the passenger on his motorcycle. He weaved through the streets of Norwich and then came to a long, straight road. He leaned back and said to me, "Have you ever traveled at one hundred miles an hour?" I said, "No." He said, '"Well, you're going to." I said, '"We don't have to." He began to rev the motorcycle, and the motorcycle roared forward. The skin on my face pulled tight, and the clothing blew as we went past ninety-eight to one hundred miles an hour. I determined that day that never again would I let somebody else control my life.