There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire.
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.
There is nothing that makes its way more directly into the soul than beauty.
All beauty is truth, and all truth is compassionate. Few know that; fewer still can express it.
Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.
Beauty is one of the rare things which does not lead to doubt of God.
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.
Beauty, like truth, is relative to the time when one lives and to the individual who can grasp it. The expression of beauty is in direct ratio to the power of conception the artist has acquired.
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.