When I am working on a problem I never think about beauty. I only think about how to solve the problem. But when I have finished if the solution is not beautiful I know it is wrong.
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.
A truth that?s told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent. It is right it should be so; Man was made for Joy and Woe; And when this we rightly know Thro? the World we safely go Joy and woe are woven fine A clothing for the soul divine.
Plain women know more about men than beautiful ones do. But beautiful women dont need to know about men. Its the men who have to know about beautiful women.
Remember if you marry for beauty thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which perchance will neither last nor please thee one year: And when thou hast it it will be to thee of no price at all.
Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. This is an accident of hourly proof Which I mistrusted not. Farewell therefore Hero!
Its a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it you dont need to have anything else and if you dont have it it doesnt much matter what else you have. Some women the few have charm for all; and most have charm for one. But some have charm for none.
At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman and these hills the softness of the sky the outline of these trees at this very minute lose the illusory meaning with which we had clothed them henceforth more remote than a lost paradise… that denseness and that strangeness of the world is absurd.
He that loves a rosy cheek Or a coral lip admires Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires– As old Time makes these decay So his flames must waste away.
When I am working on a problem I never think about beauty. I only think about how to solve the problem. But when I have finished if the solution is not beautiful I know it is wrong.
Some people no matter how old they get never lose their beauty – they merely move it from their faces into their hearts.
The problem with beauty is that its like being born rich and getting poorer.
Beauty – the adjustment of all parts proportionately so that one cannot add or subtract or change without impairing the harmony of the whole.
Personal beauty is a greater recommendation than any letter of reference.
There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.
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.
A truth that?s told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent. It is right it should be so; Man was made for Joy and Woe; And when this we rightly know Thro? the World we safely go Joy and woe are woven fine A clothing for the soul divine.
All kinds of beauty do not inspire love; there is a kind which only pleases the sight But does not captivate the affections.
When a woman isnt beautiful people always say:- You have lovely eyes you have lovely hair.
Everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it.
There is no beautifier of complexion or form of behavior like the wish to scatter joy and not pain around us.
Beauty and folly are old companions.
In beauty faults conspicuous grow; The smallest speck is seen in snow.
Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised except by those to whom it has been refused.
The criterion of true beauty is that it increases on examination; if false that it lessens.
Plain women know more about men than beautiful ones do. But beautiful women dont need to know about men. Its the men who have to know about beautiful women.
Nothings beautiful from every point of view.
O thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the Beauty of a thousand stars.
She got her good looks from her father – hes a plastic surgeon.
Yet beauty though injurious hath strange power After offence returning to regain Love once possessd.
Cleopatras nose had it been shorter the whole face of the world would have been changed.
When the candles are out all women are fair.
Remember if you marry for beauty thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which perchance will neither last nor please thee one year: And when thou hast it it will be to thee of no price at all.
Beauty is power; a smile is its sword.
Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless; peacocks and lilies for instance.
What is beautiful is good And who is good will soon be beautiful.
Truth exists for the wise beauty for the feeling heart.
Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. This is an accident of hourly proof Which I mistrusted not. Farewell therefore Hero!
Beauty is all very well at first sight; but whoever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?
Won?t you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.
Beauty is the promise of happiness.
Beauty more than bitterness Makes the heart break.
Even virtue is fairer when it appears in a beautiful person.
The beauty of the world has two edges one of laughter one of anguish cutting the heart asunder.
I am not a vegetarian because I love animals; I am a vegetarian because I hate plants.
Beauty is one of the rare things that do not lead to doubt of God.
Beauty is only skin deep and the world is full of thin skinned people.
The worlds crazy when it comes to beauty.
Its a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it you dont need to have anything else and if you dont have it it doesnt much matter what else you have. Some women the few have charm for all; and most have charm for one. But some have charm for none.
There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.
The idea that happiness could have a share in beauty would be too much of a good thing.
A thing of beauty is a job forever.
BEAUTY n. That power by which a woman charms a lover and terrifies a husband.
There is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness.
If you get simple beauty and nought else You get about the best thing God invents.
Tis distance lends enchantment to the view And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman and these hills the softness of the sky the outline of these trees at this very minute lose the illusory meaning with which we had clothed them henceforth more remote than a lost paradise… that denseness and that strangeness of the world is absurd.
He that loves a rosy cheek Or a coral lip admires Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires– As old Time makes these decay So his flames must waste away.
If you cant beat them arrange to have them beaten.