It is finally a word is untimely in three different senses and bearing it as one's treasure will not win one anyone's favours one rather risks finding oneself outside everyone's camp... Beauty is the word that shall be our first.

One of the most beautiful passages of Rousseau is that in the sixth book of Confessions where he describes the awakening in him of the literary sense. Of such wisdom the poetic passion the desire of beauty the love of art for its own sake has most.

Asian people have a unique way about them and a different sense of beauty. It's exotic to me. I like they way Asians project their feelings. There's a hardness to the culture but at the same time there's a delicateness.

I believe every chess player senses beauty when he succeeds in creating situations which contradict the expectations and the rules and he succeeds in mastering this situation.

Beauty must appeal to the senses must provide us with immediate enjoyment must impress us or insinuate itself into us without any effort on our part.

I am a great lover of art in many forms: paintings objets textiles. I don't have the talent for painting but I have a very good sense of colour a love of visual beauty.

Jordan has a strange haunting beauty and a sense of timelessness. Dotted with the ruins of empires once great it is the last resort of yesterday in the world of tomorrow. I love every inch of it.

Beauty is only skin deep but it's a valuable asset if you're poor or haven't any sense.

When I look at the majority of my own songs they really came from my own sense of personal confusion or need to express some pain or beauty - they were coming from a universal and personal place.

I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being skin deep. That's deep enough. What do you want an adorable pancreas?