For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.

Beauty is only to be admired, only to be loved - to be harvested carefully and then flung at a chosen lover like a gift of roses. It seems to me, so far as I can judge clearly at all, that my beauty would be used like that...

Almost impersonally he was convinced that no woman he had ever met compared in any way with Gloria. She was deeply herself; she was immeasurably sincere—of these things he was certain. Beside her the two dozen schoolgirls and débutantes, young married women and waifs and strays whom he had known were so many females, in the word's most contemptuous sense, breeders and bearers, exuding still that faintly odorous atmosphere of the cave and the nursery.

I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she'll be a fool—that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

She was in the middle thirties, and faintly stout, but she carried her surplus flesh sensuously as some women can.

I often wonder whether a frumpy old woman can ever be quite fair in her estimate of a young and lovely one.

As a jewel of gold in a swine's snout, so is a fair woman which is without discretion.

You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.

When she said to him once It looks as if it was painted! it seemed to Ethan that the art of definition could go no farther, and that words had at last been found to utter his secret souls.

The face she lifted to her dancers was the same which, when she saw him, always looked like a window that has caught the sunset. He even noticed two or three gestures which, in his fatuity, he had thought she kept for him: a way of throwing her head back when she was amused, as if to taste her laugh before she let it out, and a trick of sinking her lids slowly when anything charmed or moved her.

If you feel ugly you will experience shame. The two are bound together.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.