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Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite.

There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.

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.

The South is very beautiful but its beauty makes one sad because the lives that people live here, and have lived here, are so ugly.

It is, finally, a word is untimely in three different senses, and bearing it as one's treasure will not win one anyone's favours; one rather risks finding oneself outside everyone's camp... Beauty is the word that shall be our first.

We no longer dare to believe in beauty and we make of it a mere appearance in order the more easily to dispose of it.

Beauty is the disinterested one, without which the ancient world refused to understand itself, a word which both imperceptibly and yet unmistakably has bid farewell to our new world, a world of interests, leaving it to its own avarice and sadness.

Not longer loved or fostered by religion, beauty is lifted from its face as a mask, and its absence exposes features on that face which threaten to become incomprehensible to man.

Our situation today shows that beauty demands for itself at least as much courage and decision as do truth and goodness, and she will not allow herself to be separated and banned from her two sisters without taking them along with herself in an act of mysterious vengeance.

At fifteen, beauty and talent do not exist; there can only be promise of the coming woman.

Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.

Beauty is but the sensible image of the Infinite. Like truth and justice it lives within us; like virtue and the moral law it is a companion of the soul.

Paris is one of the most beautiful places in all the world. Unfortunately, I was so homesick I couldn't appreciate its beauty.

I gave my beauty and my youth to men. I am going to give my wisdom and experience to animals.

We live in a state with a wonderful climate and plenty of natural beauty, from the shores of Cumberland Island to the Chattahoochee River to the Blue Ridge Mountains.

Beauty is the oracle that speaks to us all.

Life deprived of beauty is not worthy of being called human.

The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries with terror before being defeated.

There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.

The pleasure we derive from the representation of the present is due, not only to the beauty it can be clothed in, but also to its essential quality of being the present.