Everyone wants to understand art. Why not try to understand the song of a bird? ...people who try to explain pictures are usually barking up the wrong tree.

I could never put my finger on her realness. She was so pretty and so quick that even when she had just awakened, her eyes full of sleep and hair tousled, I thought she looked just like the Virgin Mary. But what mother and daughter understand each other, or even have the sympathy for each other's lack of understanding?

Beauty is indeed a good gift of God; but that the good may not think it a great good, God dispenses it even to the wicked.

Beauty is where it is perceived. When I see the sun shinning on the woods across the pond, I think this side the richer which sees it.

It is the beauty within us that makes it possible for us to recognize the beauty around us. The question is not what you look at but what you see.

Some would find fault with the morning-red, if they ever got up early enough.

Blue is light seen through a veil.

He was wrong about the sadness though: far better to have it when you're young. A sad pretty girl inspires the urge to console, unlike a sad old crone.

If you see a Renaissance body, this is completely ugly in this time. Everybody has to be skinny. But the Renaissance body with incredible flow of the meat everywhere, it was beauty.

Flowers often grow more beautifully on dung-hills than in gardens that look beautifully kept.

Heaven must be very beautiful, of course, the Bible says so — but, Anne, it won't be what I've been used to.

When someone calls another individual ugly, all I see is that the one doing the insulting becomes instantly less beautiful. Consider it a compliment to be mocked for being different.