Pastoral Resources

We especially need imagination in science. It is not all mathematics, nor all logic, but it is somewhat beauty and poetry.

Faith goes out through the window when beauty comes in at the door.

Beauty is everlasting And dust is for a time.

Beyond the beauty, the sex, the titillation, the surface, there is a human being. And that has to emerge.

All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.

In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.

For two thousand years, the Church has guided the development of music, carefully legislating to fuse artistic talent and aesthetic beauty with the demands of the Faith.

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough.

Every performance is different. That's the beauty of it.

Mathematics are the result of mysterious powers which no one understands, and which the unconscious recognition of beauty must play an important part. Out of an infinity of designs a mathematician chooses one pattern for beauty's sake and pulls it down to earth.

Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song, and all about you will be beauty. There is a way out of every dark mist, over a rainbow trail.

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.

A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.

I always say beauty is only sin deep.

It is now time to reverse the trend we have seen developing over the years, that of beauty at all costs and health will take care of itself.

It's hard to say what drives a three year-old, but I think I had a sense that nature was my solace, and nature was a place in which there was beauty, in which there was order.

The thought came to me that all one loves in art becomes beautiful. Beauty is nothing but the expression of the fact that something is being loved. Only thus could she be defined.

Beauty is but a flower, which wrinkles will devour.

But my most favourite pursuit, after my daily exertions at the Foundry, was Astronomy. There were frequently clear nights when the glorious objects in the Heavens were seen in most attractive beauty and brilliancy.