The terrifying and edible beauty of Art Nouveau architecture.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Through loyalty to the past, our mind refuses to realize that tomorrow's joy is possible only if today's makes way for it that each wave owes the beauty of its line only to the withdrawal of the preceding one.

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

Although beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, the feeling of being beautiful exists solely in the mind of the beheld.

Beauty, to me, is about being comfortable in your own skin. That, or a kick-ass red lipstick.

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.

Beauty deprived of its proper foils and adjuncts ceases to be enjoyed as beauty, just as light deprived of all shadows ceases to be enjoyed as light.

The kind of beauty I want most is the hard-to-get kind that comes from within - strength, courage, dignity.

Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.