Expression is the mystery of beauty.
The expression of beauty is in direct ratio to the power of conception the artist has acquired.
Between beauty of expression and power of expression there is a difference of function. The first aims at pleasing the senses, the second has a spiritual vitality which for me is more moving and goes deeper than the senses.
To give pain is the tyranny; to make happy, the true empire of beauty.
An act of goodwill
its beauty inspires,
its fragrance uplifts and
its seeds are carried far and wide to
propagate further acts of goodwill.
The seeds are carried within our hearts.
The fragrance perfumed is released
with a loving act.
Modesty is the beauty of women.
Nothing can atone for the lack of modesty; without which beauty is ungraceful and wit detestable.
There are no better cosmetics than a severe temperance and purity, modesty and humility, a gracious temper and calmness of spirit; and there is no true beauty without the signatures of these graces in the very countenance.
Modesty is the citadel of beauty and virtue.
There is an abiding beauty which may be appreciated by those who will see things as they are and who will ask for no reward except to see.
He is man whose heart is spirited and eyes are wet each moment on account of the sorrow, compassion, virtue, beauty, and nobility that decorate this world.
For most people, we often marvel at the beauty of a sunrise or the magnificence of a full moon, but it is impossible to fathom the magnitude of the universe that surrounds us.
These beings have no other profession than to cultivate the idea of beauty in their person, to satisfy their passions, to feel and to think.
The curse of mortality. You spend the first portion of your life learning, growing stronger, more capable. And then, through no fault of your own, your body begins to fail. You regress. Strong limbs become feeble, keen senses grow dull, hardy constitutions deteriorate. Beauty withers. Organs quit. You remember yourself in your prime, and wonder where that person went. As your wisdom and experience are peaking, your traitorous body becomes a prison.
Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them.
Some thoughts always find us young, and keep us so. Such a thought is the love of the universal and eternal beauty.
The pursuit of beauty is much more dangerous nonsense than the pursuit of truth or goodness, because it affords a stronger temptation to the ego.
Great perils have this beauty, that they bring to light the fraternity of strangers.
Wit is more necessary than beauty; and I think no young woman ugly that has it, and no handsome woman agreeable without it.
Beauty is the first test: there is no permanent place in the world for ugly mathematics (A Mathematician's Apology).
Tears fell from my eyes--yes, weak and foolish as it now appears to me, I wept for my departed youth; and for that beauty of which the faithful mirror too plainly assured me, no remnant existed.
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.
Mathematics, rightly viewed, posses not only truth, but supreme beauty; a beauty cold and austere, like that of sculpture.
Mathematics, rightly viewed, possesses not only truth, but supreme beauty - a beauty cold and austere, like that of sculpture.