The imitator dooms himself to hopeless mediocrity. The inventor did it because it was natural to him, and so in him it has a charm. In the imitator something else is natural, and he bereaves himself of his own beauty, to come short of another man's.
Beauty is an outward gift, which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.
Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God's handwriting.
Beauty is the mark God sets upon virtue.
The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity, Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew, The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Rhodora! If the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that, if eyes were made for seeing, Then beauty is its own excuse for Being.
He thought it happier to be dead, To die for Beauty, than live for bread.