Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Beauty is but the sensible image of the Infinite. Like truth and justice it lives within us; like virtue and the moral law it is a companion of the soul.
Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well.
What finally is beauty? Certainly nothing that can be calculated or measured. It is always something imponderable, something that lies between things.
Beauty is being in harmony with what you are.
Beauty is altogether in the eye of the beholder.
There is certainly no absolute standard of beauty. That precisely is what makes its pursuit so interesting.
Beauty is subjective and should not be limited to only what we see on the outside.
Beauty can come in strange forms.
There is a role and function for beauty in our time.
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.