The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand.[Le beau n’a qu’un type; le laid en a mille.]
We are ugly but we have the music.
Vice knows she’s ugly, so puts on her Mask.
Part of the reason for the ugliness of adults, in a child’s eyes, is that the child is usually looking upwards, and few faces are at their best when seen from below.
No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.
Love is a fire. It burns everyone. It disfigures everyone. It is the world’s excuse for being ugly.
Let us have no machine-made ornament at all; it is all bad and worthless and ugly.
Good and evil and beauty and ugliness are only ornamental fruits of perspective, whose sole value lies in their linkage to what chance made our fathers think and feel, and whose finer details are different for every race and culture.