Beauty without expression is boring.

There are certain shades of limelight that can wreck a girl’s complexion.

You’re beautiful, like a May fly.

One great use of words is to hide our thoughts.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.

Why should poetry have to make sense?

I think dress, hairstyle and make-up are the crucial factors in projecting an attractive persona and give one the chance to enhance one’s best physical features.

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.

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

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.

We have no right to express an opinion until we know all of the answers.

And if you’re horrible to me I’m going to write a song about you and you are not going to like it. That’s how I operate.

Beauty is the promise of happiness.

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.

There’s an ecstatic side to writing. It’s like jazz. It just has a life.

A beautiful body perishes, but a work of art dies not.

I like to feel blonde all over.

It’s every girl’s dream to be a cover girl!

Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

One often makes music to supplement one’s world.

I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I found it fascinating.

To do a dull thing with style-now that’s what I call art.

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

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.

Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!

I’m giving all that I have in this life. I’m opening up my notebook, and I’m saying everything in there out loud.

I can’t make a song for a particular person or demographic. If I love it, I’m gonna do it. I have to perform it for the rest of my life. A song is like a tattoo – you can never get away from it.

It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.

Silence is the most perfect expression of scorn.

To such an extent does nature delight and abound in variety that among her trees there is not one plant to be found which is exactly like another; and not only among the plants, but among the boughs, the leaves and the fruits, you will not find one which is exactly similar to another.

Most near-future fictions are boring. It’s always dark and always raining, and people are so unhappy.

Whether we are New Dealer, Old Dealer, Liberty Leaguer or Red, whether we agree or not, we still have the right to think and speak how we feel.

In the last analysis, what we are communicates far more eloquently than anything we say or do.

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 can get where some scientists would say comedians are crazy. What you have to understand: A lot of comedians are dealing with a dark passion. A lot of these are guys coming from a tumultuous life, including myself. Some people need outlets, a way to express yourself.

The best football is always about expression of emotion. Always.

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

You can stroke people with words.

I can unload my opinion on anybody at anytime.

The earth laughs in flowers.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair.

Why did I write? Because I found life unsatisfactory.

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.

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

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

We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body.

All good art is an indiscretion.

People have so much going on in their heads. I’m like, If you could write a song, you’d feel so much better!

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!

I hold a lot of things in. I’m always making sure everybody is okay. I usually don’t rage; I usually don’t curse. So for me, it’s a great thing to be able to scream and say whatever I want.

Nothing is capable of being well set to music that is not nonsense.

Beauty is the greatest seducer of man.

To God everything is beautiful, good, and just; humans, however, think some things are unjust and others just.

Science is a beautiful gift to humanity; we should not distort it.

The poet, being an imitator like a painter or any other artist, must of necessity imitate one of three objects – things as they were or are, things as they are said or thought to be, or things as they ought to be. The vehicle of expression is language – either current terms or, it may be, rare words or metaphors.

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

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

Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.

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

My success comes in making fun of whatever you’re doing. That’s my way.

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.