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

That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.

Nature is ever at work building and pulling down, creating and destroying, keeping everything whirling and flowing, allowing no rest but in rhythmical motion, chasing everything in endless song out of one beautiful form into another.

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

My beauty secret is absolutely no sun.

Human subtlety will never devise an invention more beautiful, more simple or more direct than does nature because in her inventions nothing is lacking, and nothing is superfluous.

Beauty is the promise of happiness.

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?

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

I don’t care how many beauty treatments you have, I don’t care which bag you’re carrying – you have to have a dress.

Real beauty knocks you a little bit off kilter.

Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless; peacocks and lilies for instance.

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

The perception of beauty is a moral test.

I’m getting a wrinkle above my eyebrow because I just can’t stop lifting it, and I love that you know.

For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.

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.

Beauty deprived of its proper foils and adjuncts ceases to be enjoyed as beauty, just as light deprived of all shadows ceases to be enjoyed as light.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

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.

Design is the fundamental soul of a man-made creation that ends up expressing itself in successive outer layers of the product or service. The iMac is not just the color or translucence or the shape of the shell. The essence of the iMac is to be the finest possible consumer computer in which each element plays together.

I knew I belonged to the public and to the world, not because I was talented or even beautiful, but because I had never belonged to anything or anyone else.

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

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.

Teach us that wealth is not elegance, that profusion is not magnificence, that splendor is not beauty.

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 soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.

Only on paper has humanity yet achieved glory, beauty, truth, knowledge, virtue, and abiding love.

My lips, I’ve used collagen. I line my lips with collagen.

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.

To make us love our country, our country ought to be lovely.

Most sets of values would give rise to universes that, although they might be very beautiful, would contain no one able to wonder at that beauty.

She is a peacock in everything but beauty.

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.

Nature gives you the face you have at twenty; it is up to you to merit the face you have at fifty.

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.

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

Truths and roses have thorns about them.

I’m big on what’s in good taste.

I love having an unlimited supply of cocoa butter.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

No book includes the entire world. It’s limited. And so it doesn’t seem like an aesthetic compromise to have to do that. There’s so much other material to write about.

You’re beautiful, like a May fly.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

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.

Thanks to Botox and fillers, as well as the work that I’ve already had, my face pretty much maintains itself.

Beauty is a short-lived tyranny.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.

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

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?

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

Alas! how little does the memory of these human inhabitants enhance the beauty of the landscape!

One of the disadvantages of wine is that it makes a man mistake words for thoughts.

Beauty without expression is boring.

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

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.

A sense of the universe, a sense of the all, the nostalgia which seizes us when confronted by nature, beauty, music – these seem to be an expectation and awareness of a Great Presence.

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

Where there is righteousness in the heart, there is beauty in the character. When there is beauty in the character, there is harmony in the home. When there is harmony in the home, there is order in the nation. When there is order in the nation, there is peace in the world.

I am growing handsome very fast indeed! I expect I shall be the belle of Amherst when I reach my 17th year. I don’t doubt that I shall have perfect crowds of admirers at that age. Then how I shall delight to make them await my bidding, and with what delight shall I witness their suspense while I make my final decision.