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.

Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised except by those to whom it has been refused.

Beauty is the disinterested one without which the ancient world refused to understand itself a word which both imperceptibly and yet unmistakably has bid farewell to our new world a world of interests leaving it to its own avarice and sadness.

Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised except by those to whom it has been refused.