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

As you get older, you’re not afraid of doubt. Doubt isn’t running the show. You take out all the self-agonizing.

Beauty in distress is much the most affecting beauty.

Before ever meeting Priyanka Chopra, I had heard her name coming out of Bollywood and was impressed: she was beautiful, talented, had made nearly 50 movies, earned multiple awards – a massive star.

Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.

I’ll die a crazy old man!

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?

A woman of the world is anxious to exhibit her form and shape, whether walking, standing, sitting, or sleeping. Even when represented as a picture, she desires to captivate with the charms of her beauty and, thus, to rob men of their steadfast heart.

Men always want and love when women wear tight and fitted clothing, right? And you’re like, ‚Wow, she looks so beautiful.‘ And then you have men who dress like slobs, and you’re like, ‚What’s the deal with these big and baggy suits.‘ It’s pretty ridiculous.

I don’t think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains.

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

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.

We grow older, but we do not change. We become more sophisticated, but at bottom we continue to resemble our young selves, eager to listen to the next story and the next, and the next.

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.

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

I think that as you grow up, as you get older, we can’t get bitter, we can’t get jaded.

When I was into my 30s, I became increasingly depressed by rejection letters. I had had the feeling that by the time I was 30, I would be established. But I was not at all. By the time of ‚Lives of Girls and Women,‘ I was into my 40s and I had become more thin-skinned.

I don’t notice anybody unless they look great, and every now and again they do, and they are usually 70.

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

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

Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.

The old cathedrals are good, but the great blue dome that hangs over everything is better.

The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.

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

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.

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.

I have discovered that just because we grow weaker physically as we age, it doesn’t mean that we must grow weaker spiritually.

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

Wisdom I know is social. She seeks her fellows. But Beauty is jealous, and illy bears the presence of a rival.

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

The earth laughs in flowers.

I love to put on lotion. Sometimes I’ll watch TV and go into a lotion trance for an hour. I try to find brands that don’t taste bad in case anyone wants to taste me.

Beauty is a short-lived tyranny.

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.

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.

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

The job of art is to chase ugliness away.

It is really very important while you are young to live in an environment in which there is no fear. Most of us, as we grow older, become frightened; we are afraid of living, afraid of losing a job, afraid of tradition, afraid of what the neighbours, or what the wife or husband would say, afraid of death.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.

I have quite a decent constitution in spite of all my abuse of it and my advanced years. I’m still quite robust.

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

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.

Because of your smile, you make life more beautiful.

Beauty is an outward gift, which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.

A lot of us grow up and we grow out of the literal interpretation that we get when we’re children, but we bear the scars all our life. Whether they’re scars of beauty or scars of ugliness, it’s pretty much in the eye of the beholder.

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

Life’s tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late.

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.

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.

Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.

We should all start to live before we get too old.

I have often said that the lure of flying is the lure of beauty.

You’re beautiful, like a May fly.

I try not to go around looking like a hag.

The person who doesn’t scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.

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.

You just want something else that someone else has, but that doesn’t mean what you have isn’t beautiful, because people always want what you have, and you always want what they have – no one is ever 100 per cent like, ‚Yes, I’m the bomb dot com – from head to toe!‘

Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world anymore. There is always something to make you wonder in the shape of a tree, the trembling of a leaf.

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.