A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
Beauty awakens the soul to act.
What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.
The ideal and the beautiful are identical; the ideal corresponds to the idea, and beauty to form; hence idea and substance are cognate.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction's path, When life sickens more than disease. And boldness is the root of beauty. Which draws us together.
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore, and preserve for manygenerations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light theuniverse with their admonishing smile.
Beauty is all very well at first sight; but whoever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?
Personal beauty is a greater recommendation than any letter of reference.
The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.
Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.
Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.
A woman can be very beautiful and an ideal model and she will photograph incredibly well, but she'll appear in film and it won't work. What works is some fusion of physical beauty with some mental field or whatever you call it. I don't know.
Beauty is everywhere a welcome guest.
Go inwards. Find your inner space, and suddenly, you will find an explosion of light, of beauty, of ecstasy -as if suddenly thousands of roses have blossomed within you and you are full of their fragrance.
The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art.
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.
The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.
Beauty is a manifestation of secret natural laws, which otherwise would have been hidden from us forever.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.