Beauty has as many meanings as man has moods. Beauty is the symbol of symbols. Beauty reveals everything, because it expresses nothing. When it shows us itself, it shows us the whole fiery-coloured world.

I very rarely watch my own fashion shows, but the makeup for my Fall 2011 show was just brilliant.

Art never harms itself by keeping aloof from the social problems of the day: rather, by so doing, it more completely realises for us that which we desire.

It was one of those evenings when men feel that truth, goodness and beauty are one. In the morning, when they commit their discovery to paper, when others read it written there, it looks wholly ridiculous.

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

Always have something beautiful in sight, even if it’s just a daisy in a jelly glass.

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

If a work of art is rich and vital and complete, those who have artistic instincts will see its beauty, and those to whom ethics appeal more strongly than aesthetics will see its moral lesson. It will fill the cowardly with terror, and the unclean will see in it their own shame.

I can unload my opinion on anybody at anytime.

The writing is important, but the way you say the line and the pause you give it, the facial expression – all of that is very important.

One has to secrete a jelly in which to slip quotations down people’s throats – and one always secretes too much jelly.

When I was a seminarian, I was dazzled by a girl I met at an uncle’s wedding. I was surprised by her beauty, her intellectual brilliance… and, well, I was bowled over for quite a while.

Words are also actions, and actions are a kind of words.

I cry very easily. It can be a movie, a phone conversation, a sunset – tears are words waiting to be written.

Silence is more eloquent than words.

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.

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

Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.

Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, creeds follow one another, but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons, a possession for all eternity.

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.

Where lipstick is concerned, the important thing is not color, but to accept God’s final word on where your lips end.

The terrifying and edible beauty of Art Nouveau architecture.

God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.

Girls are soft and pretty.

I suppose, in a way, this has become part of my soul. It is a symbol of my life. Whatever I have done that really matters, I’ve done wearing it. When the time comes, it will be in this that I journey forth. What greater honor could come to an American, and a soldier?

Art consists of limitation. The most beautiful part of every picture is the frame.

Truthful words are not beautiful; beautiful words are not truthful. Good words are not persuasive; persuasive words are not good.

Why are our days numbered and not, say, lettered?

The greatest service that can be offered to children who show personality traits or inclinations that might not be understood by the adults around them is to allow them to express their own unique humanity.

I’ll never graduate from collagen.

There are a lot of self-imposed restrictions by people who somehow believe they have to fall in with a certain military cant. There was always a sense that we had to put things into words that would touch our troops‘ hearts, not just their heads.

When you’re 25 or 30, you know, you can’t wear lime-green eye shadow anymore.

It may be that the most striking thing about members of my literary generation in retrospect will be that we were allowed to say absolutely anything without fear of punishment.

I am not going to be a mouthpiece for language that I detest.

America is a poem in our eyes; its ample geography dazzles the imagination, and it will not wait long for metres.

Beauty without expression is boring.

Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness.

Some people would claim that things like love, joy and beauty belong to a different category from science and can’t be described in scientific terms, but I think they can now be explained by the theory of evolution.

I never have an intended audience. I just write, you know.

All our words from loose using have lost their edge.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

As long as my music is real, it’s no limit to how many ears I can grab.

Preaching is the expression of the moral sentiment in application to the duties of life.

Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.

Help others and give something back. I guarantee you will discover that while public service improves the lives and the world around you, its greatest reward is the enrichment and new meaning it will bring your own life.

We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out.

Beauty is the bait which with delight allures man to enlarge his kind.

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

I could talk all day, T stands for talking, T stands for tender, T stands for things that don’t even rhyme with T.

A letter does not blush.

I don’t give a damn for a man that can only spell a word one way.

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!

As Bromberger observed, rules are understood to be elements of the computational systems that determine the sound and meaning of the infinite array of expressions of a language; the information so derived is accessed by other systems in language use.

I do not have much patience with a thing of beauty that must be explained to be understood. If it does need additional interpretation by someone other than the creator, then I question whether it has fulfilled its purpose.

I don’t think of poetry as a ‚rational‘ activity but as an aural one. My poems usually begin with words or phrases which appeal more because of their sound than their meaning, and the movement and phrasing of a poem are very important to me.

Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

I love singing. I love it, and it doesn’t feel like a chore. It’s an expression.