I wear make-up, and it gets a little bit thicker every year.

Sometimes I think it would be easier to avoid old age, to die young, but then you’d never complete your life, would you? You’d never wholly know you.

Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies.

My beauty secret is absolutely no sun.

The terrifying and edible beauty of Art Nouveau architecture.

Endurance is nobler than strength, and patience than beauty.

Let us have no machine-made ornament at all; it is all bad and worthless and ugly.

Stylistically, I love make-up. I love doing my own make-up and stuff, but clothes-wise, I actually didn’t ever really care. Initially the fashion world was more interested in me than the music world, which was strange when I first started singing.

Dressing up is a bore. At a certain age, you decorate yourself to attract the opposite sex, and at a certain age, I did that. But I’m past that age.

As I get older, I tend to put more into family than I used to.

Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.

Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God’s handwriting.

Truths and roses have thorns about them.

Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.

I don’t think I could live without hair, makeup and styling, let alone be the performer I am. I am a glamour girl through and through. I believe in the glamorous life and I live one.

Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?

Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.

Aging can be fun if you lay back and enjoy it.

Beauty is not caused. It is.

Beauty in distress is much the most affecting beauty.

Everything I read about hitting a midlife crisis was true. I had such a struggle letting go of youthful things and learning how to exist and have enthusiasm while settling into the comfort of an older age.

The wine of youth does not always clear with advancing years; sometimes it grows turbid.

In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.

As I got older, I guess I became more mellow and more forgiving and more loving.

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.

The coniferous forests of the Yosemite Park, and of the Sierra in general, surpass all others of their kind in America, or indeed the world, not only in the size and beauty of the trees, but in the number of species assembled together, and the grandeur of the mountains they are growing on.

For a long time, I had the idea that I would do a certain amount of work the best I could, and then I would reach a comfort zone, and I wouldn’t be pushed to write more. I would become a different person. It’s a surprise to me that this hasn’t happened. Your body ages, but your mind is the same.

Until I was a teenager, I used red pokeberries for lipstick and a burnt matchstick for eyeliner. I used honeysuckle for perfume.

In judging of a beautiful statue, the aesthetic faculty is absolutely and completely gratified by the splendid curves of those marble lips that are dumb to our complaint, the noble modelling of those limbs that are powerless to help us.

I’ll die a crazy old man!

I think it would be interesting if old people got anti-Alzheimer’s disease where they slowly began to recover other people’s lost memories.

I never dared to be radical when young for fear it would make me conservative when old.

Through Kurt I saw the beauty of minimalism and the importance of music that’s stripped down.

People say I look so happy – and I say, ‚That’s the Botox.‘

The more I see of deer, the more I admire them as mountaineers. They make their way into the heart of the roughest solitudes with smooth reserve of strength, through dense belts of brush and forest encumbered with fallen trees and boulder piles, across canons, roaring streams, and snow-fields, ever showing forth beauty and courage.

It seems the older you get, the more life comes into focus.

I’m very at ease, and I like it. I never thought I would be such a family-oriented guy; I didn’t think that was part of my makeup. But somebody said that as you get older you become the person you always should have been, and I feel that’s happening to me. I’m rather surprised at who I am, because I’m actually like my dad!

I was always very curious as a young man about why older writers who I met seemed so indifferent to what was going on, whereas I, in my 20s, was reading everything. Everything seemed important. But they were only interested in the writers they admired when they were young, and I didn’t understand it then, but now, now I understand it.

There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life’s sores the better.

I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused.

My grandmother is over eighty and still doesn’t need glasses. Drinks right out of the bottle.

Personal beauty is a greater recommendation than any letter of reference.

I’m just glad I was able to return to some of that innocence and beauty I had as a child when I started my own family, and my children brought me back some of that spirit.

Dissident intellectuals aren’t all beautiful.

Nothing can be beautiful which is not true.

Of life’s two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer’s hand.

My skin gets so dry and chapped, and the second I get off the plane, I apply so much sunscreen.

When a man fell into his anecdotage it was a sign for him to retire from the world.

I’ll never graduate from collagen.

It is not well to make great changes in old age.

I put cocoa butter all over my face and my iconic belly and my arms and legs. Why live rough? Live smooth.

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.

In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they’re still beautiful.

I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.

Worry – a God, invisible but omnipotent. It steals the bloom from the cheek and lightness from the pulse; it takes away the appetite, and turns the hair gray.

Beauty is everywhere a welcome guest.

No better way is there to learn to love Nature than to understand Art. It dignifies every flower of the field. And, the boy who sees the thing of beauty which a bird on the wing becomes when transferred to wood or canvas will probably not throw the customary stone.

Beauty is all very well at first sight; but who ever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?

It is dangerous for mortal beauty, or terrestrial virtue, to be examined by too strong a light. The torch of Truth shows much that we cannot, and all that we would not, see.

A women who doesn’t wear perfume has no future.

Have you not noticed that love is silence? It may be while holding the hand of another, or looking lovingly at a child, or taking in the beauty of an evening. Love has no past or future, and so it is with this extraordinary state of silence.