What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.
We turn our backs on nature; we are ashamed of beauty. Our wretched tragedies have a smell of the office clinging to them, and the blood that trickles from them is the color of printer’s ink.
We have exiled beauty; the Greeks took up arms for her.
There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.
The way I see it, there is no greater spiritual beauty than fanaticism, of a sort so sincere it can only end in martyrdom.
The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.
The perception of beauty is a moral test.
That is all there is in life — beauty. You find that and you have found everything.
She walks in Beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; and all that’s best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes.
Perhaps one of the most difficult things for us to do is to choose a notable and joyous dress for men. There would be more joy in life if we were to accustom ourselves to use all the beautiful colours we can in fashioning our own clothes.
Nothing, indeed, is more dangerous to the young artist than any conception of ideal beauty: he is constantly led by it either into weak prettiness or lifeless abstraction: whereas to touch the ideal at all you must not strip it of vitality.
No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.