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.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
A form of reason that in some way wished to strip itself of beauty would be diminished; it would be a blinded reason.
Beauty is an outward gift, which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.
Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.
Beauty can come in strange forms.
As soon as beauty is sought not from religion and love, but for pleasure, it degrades the seeker.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
Not longer loved or fostered by religion, beauty is lifted from its face as a mask, and its absence exposes features on that face which threaten to become incomprehensible to man.
Beauty in art is often nothing but ugliness subdued.
Beauty is the disinterested one, without which the ancient world refused to understand itself, a word which both imperceptibly and yet unmistakably has bid farewell to our new world, a world of interests, leaving it to its own avarice and sadness.
Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.