The lover knows much more about absolute good and universal beauty than any logician or theologian, unless the latter, too, be lovers in disguise.
Is it indeed from the experience of beauty and happiness, from the occasional harmony between our nature and our environment, that we draw our conception of the divine life.
To keep beauty in its place is to make all things beautiful.
Beautiful things, when taste is formed, are obviously and unaccountably beautiful.
The habit of looking for beauty in everything makes us notice the shortcomings of things, our sense, hungry for complete satisfaction, misses the perfection it demands.
It is in rare and scattered instants that beauty smiles even on her adorers, who are reduced for habitual comfort to remembering her past favours.
Beauty is objectified pleasure.
In each person I catch the fleeting suggestion of something beautiful and swear eternal friendship with that.
All beauties are to be honored, but only one embraced.
Beauty as we feel it is something indescribable; what it is or what it means can never be said.