Tell them dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,Then beauty is its own excuse for being:Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!I never sought to ask, I never knew:But, in my simple ignorance supposeThe selfsame power that brought me there brought you
As we grow oldthe beauty steals inward.
Flowers... are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.
We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body.
Don't waste yourself in rejection, nor bark against the bad, but chant the beauty of the good.
Love of beauty is Taste. The creation of beauty is Art.
Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait.
Beauty is the mark God sets on virtue. Every natural action is graceful; every heroic act is also decent, and causes the place and the bystanders to shine.
Then beauty is its own excuse for being.
The beautiful rests on the foundations of the necessary
If eyes were made for seeing, then beauty is its own excuse for being
Beauty without expression is boring.
As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.
Beauty is the pilot of the young soul.
Evermore in the world is this marvelous balance of beauty and disgust, magnificence and rats