The 1990s, after the reign of terror of academic vandalism, will be a decade of restoration: restoration of meaning, value, beauty, pleasure, and emotion to art and restoration of art to its audience.

I believe that history has shape, order, and meaning that exceptional men, as much as economic forces, produce change and that passe abstractions like beauty, nobility, and greatness have a shifting but continuing validity.

Younger women have no problem in reconciling beauty with ambitions as a professional woman.

It seems like the chaos of this world is accelerating, but so is the beauty in the consciousness of more and more people.

I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being skin deep. That's deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas?

Sometimes the beauty is easy. Sometimes you don't have to try at all. Sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake. Sometimes there's poetry written right on the bathroom wall.

A horse is a thing of beauty... none will tire of looking at him as long as he displays himself in his splendor.

I wasn't afraid of getting old, because I was never a great 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.

What matters poverty? What matters anything to him who is enamoured of our art? Does he not carry in himself every joy and every beauty?