What finally is beauty? Certainly nothing that can be calculated or measured. It is always something imponderable, something that lies between things.
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Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite.
Beauty is composed of an eternal, invariable element whose quantity is extremely difficult to determine, and a relative element which might be, either by turns or all at once, period, fashion, moral, passion.
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.
I have a book out called 'The Beauty Equation' and it discusses how off track we have gone in considering beauty.
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.
There is no definition of beauty, but when you can see someone's spirit coming through, something unexplainable, that's beautiful to me.
There is certainly no absolute standard of beauty. That precisely is what makes its pursuit so interesting.
Beauty is something we can affirm and intend to have more of.
Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.
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