What breadth what beauty and power of human nature and development there must be in a woman to get over all the palisades all the fences within which she is held captive!

My father always taught by telling stories about his experiences. His lessons were about morality and art and what insects and birds and human beings had in common. He told me what it meant to be a man and to be a Black man. He taught me about love and responsibility about beauty and how to make gumbo.

There's a sadness to the human condition that I think music is good for. It gives a counterpoint to the visual beauty and adds depth to pictures that they wouldn't have if the music wasn't there.

Do not confuse beauty with beautiful. Beautiful is a human judgment. Beauty is All. The difference is everything.

The human face is the organic seat of beauty. It is the register of value in development a record of Experience whose legitimate office is to perfect the life a legible language to those who will study it of the majestic mistress the soul.

Beyond the beauty the sex the titillation the surface there is a human being. And that has to emerge.

Romance and novel paint beauty in colors more charming than nature and describe a happiness that humans never taste. How deceptive and destructive are those pictures of consummate bliss!

I might have some character traits that some might see as innocence or naive. That's because I discovered peace and happiness in my soul. And with this knowledge I also see the beauty of human life.

The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread.

Humanism was not wrong in thinking that truth beauty liberty and equality are of infinite value but in thinking that man can get them for himself without grace.