Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
Beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all.
It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.
I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don't care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.
Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress.
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
The terrifying and edible beauty of Art Nouveau architecture.
The perception of beauty is a moral test.
The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
The good is the beautiful.
The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.
Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty!
Grace is the beauty of form under the influence of freedom.
What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.
Love is the attempt to form a friendship inspired by beauty.
I do not have much patience with a thing of beauty that must be explained to be understood. If it does need additional interpretation by someone other than the creator, then I question whether it has fulfilled its purpose.
I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused.
Art is not the application of a canon of beauty but what the instinct and the brain can conceive beyond any canon. When we love a woman we don't start measuring her limbs.
Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble in a statue the marble must be like flesh.
The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries with terror before being defeated.
A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
Personal beauty is a greater recommendation than any letter of reference.
What beauty is, I know not, though it adheres to many things.
An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty, a sense which shows him intoxicating pleasures, but which at the same time implies and contains an equally exquisite sense of all deformities and all disproportion.
Beauty is all very well at first sight but who ever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?
Beauty is a short-lived tyranny.
The ideal and the beautiful are identical the ideal corresponds to the idea, and beauty to form hence idea and substance are cognate.
Even in the centuries which appear to us to be the most monstrous and foolish, the immortal appetite for beauty has always found satisfaction.
There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.
The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.
