The thought came to me that all one loves in art becomes beautiful. Beauty is nothing but the expression of the fact that something is being loved. Only thus could she be defined.

I had a lot of resentment for a while toward Kim Novak. But I don't mind her anymore. She's okay. We've become friends. I even asked her before this trip for some beauty tips.

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.

Wigs have always been a part of my life and have become a staple accessory in my closet. I can remember being a little girl and hearing all the commotion in my house from my mom aunts and grandmother when picking out their wigs for the day. It was such a good time for them and part of their everyday beauty routine.

I think we have become obsessed with beauty and personally I'm really saddened by the way women mutilate their faces today in search of that.

Art requires philosophy just as philosophy requires art. Otherwise what would become of beauty?

What is sacred among one people may be ridiculous in another and what is despised or rejected by one cultural group may in a different environment become the cornerstone for a great edifice of strange grandeur and beauty.

The past itself as historical change continues to accelerate has become the most surreal of subjects - making it possible... to see a new beauty in what is vanishing.

I was always reading those beauty magazines and wanting to become this unattainable thing.

To me teamwork is the beauty of our sport where you have five acting as one. You become selfless.