The beautiful remains so in ugly surroundings.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Beauty is in the strangest places. A piece of garbage floating in the wind. And that beauty exists in America. It exists everywhere. You have to develop an eye for it and be able to see it.
Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.
By its very nature the beautiful is isolated from everything else. From beauty no road leads to reality.
The beautiful is in nature, and it is encountered under the most diverse forms of reality. Once it is found it belongs to art, or rather to the artist who discovers it.
We all have to find beauty within us, as opposed to just our exterior.
What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.
To me, the world's rather beautiful if you look at it. Especially nature.
Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.
To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature.
I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may, - light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful.