Beauty is worse than wine, it intoxicates both the holder and beholder.

A man can take a little bourbon without getting drunk, but if you hold his mouth open and pour in a quart, he’s going to get sick on it.

Nature is wont to hide herself.

The beauty of me being on stage is I have a voice.

Even with all of the things that are so awful, if you walk into your yard and stay there looking at almost anything for five minutes, you will be stunned by how marvelous life is and how incredibly lucky we are to have it.

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?

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.

I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.

Machines are worshipped because they are beautiful and valued because they confer power; they are hated because they are hideous and loathed because they impose slavery.

What I like to drink most is wine that belongs to others.

Nothing can be beautiful which is not true.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

Secrecy is the element of all goodness; even virtue, even beauty is mysterious.

The first decade of the twentieth century was not a great time to be born black and poor and female in St. Louis, Missouri, but Vivian Baxter was born black and poor, to black and poor parents. Later she would grow up and be called beautiful. As a grown woman she would be known as the butter-colored lady with the blowback hair.

Nothing is ever done beautifully which is done in rivalship: or nobly, which is done in pride.

Water’s never clumsy.

The language of all the interpretations, the translations, of the Judaic Bible and the Christian Bible, is musical, just wonderful. I read the Bible to myself; I’ll take any translation, any edition, and read it aloud, just to hear the language, hear the rhythm, and remind myself how beautiful English is.

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

An example I often use to illustrate the reality of vanity, is this: look at the peacock; it’s beautiful if you look at it from the front. But if you look at it from behind, you discover the truth… Whoever gives in to such self-absorbed vanity has huge misery hiding inside them.

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.

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.

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars – mere globs of gas atoms. I, too, can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more?

The world’s biggest power is the youth and beauty of a woman.

I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me. I write a book for no other reason than to add three or four hundred acres to my magnificent estate.

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

The internal machinery of life, the chemistry of the parts, is something beautiful. And it turns out that all life is interconnected with all other life.

If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and stare.

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

A great social success is a pretty girl who plays her cards as carefully as if she were plain.

The South is very beautiful but its beauty makes one sad because the lives that people live here, and have lived here, are so ugly.

We require from buildings two kinds of goodness: first, the doing their practical duty well: then that they be graceful and pleasing in doing it.

My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

No traveler, whether a tree lover or not, will ever forget his first walk in a sugar-pine forest. The majestic crowns approaching one another make a glorious canopy, through the feathery arches of which the sunbeams pour, silvering the needles and gilding the stately columns and the ground into a scene of enchantment.

Beauty is a short-lived tyranny.

I don’t like perfumes that are too strong or sweet. I like a fragrance that is earthy and sensual and can be worn at any time.

Often people display a curious respect for a man drunk, rather like the respect of simple races for the insane… There is something awe-inspiring in one who has lost all inhibitions.

It is not sufficient to see and to know the beauty of a work. We must feel and be affected by it.

Real beauty knocks you a little bit off kilter.

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

Blushing is the color of virtue.

I like to feel blonde all over.

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

Plain women know more about men than beautiful women do.

Beauty in distress is much the most affecting beauty.

Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.

Here ends my forever memorable first High Sierra excursion. I have crossed the Range of Light, surely the brightest and best of all the Lord has built. And, rejoicing in its glory, I gladly, gratefully, hopefully pray I may see it again.

That I be not as those are who spend the day in complaining of headache and the night in drinking the wine which gives the headache!

Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait.

The perception of beauty is a moral test.

When we recognise the virtues, the talent, the beauty of Mother Earth, something is born in us, some kind of connection, love is born.

The young are permanently in a state resembling intoxication.

It is easier to feel than to realize, or in any way explain, Yosemite grandeur. The magnitudes of the rocks and trees and streams are so delicately harmonized, they are mostly hidden.

You’re beautiful, like a May fly.

Beauty and femininity are ageless and can’t be contrived, and glamour, although the manufacturers won’t like this, cannot be manufactured. Not real glamour; it’s based on femininity.

As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her own daughter, she is perfectly satisfied.

Endurance is nobler than strength, and patience than beauty.

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

The terrifying and edible beauty of Art Nouveau architecture.

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.

God doesn’t love me any more or less because I had some work done on my face.