I tried for a while to be an agricultural worker and was hopelessly bored. To me it was meaningless. I would stand around in heaps of manure and sings about the beauty of the work I wasn't doing.

I would like to say to people open your eyes and find beauty where you normally don't expect it.

I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly well-ordered or confused.

I would rather be adorned by beauty of character than jewels. Jewels are the gift of fortune while character comes from within.

Accuracy is in every case advantageous to beauty and just reasoning to delicate sentiment. In vain would we exalt the one by depreciating the other.

Who would not give up wit for power and beauty?

It would be difficult for me not to conclude that the most perfect type of masculine beauty is Satan as portrayed by Milton.

It is dangerous for mortal beauty or terrestrial virtue to be examined by too strong a light. The torch of Truth shows much that we cannot and all that we would not see.

When I tried to play something and screwed up I'd hear some other note that would come into play. Then I started trying different things to find the beauty in it.

If in my youth I had realized that the sustaining splendour of beauty of with which I was in love would one day flood back into my heart there to ignite a flame that would torture me without end how gladly would I have put out the light in my eyes.