It is the beauty and curse of doing a daily show. Some days you've got nothing to talk about and other days Dick Cheney shoots his lawyer in the face and everyone is happy.

The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.

The trick of this thing and the beauty of this thing is that it is a cowboy movie first and then stuff happens. Even after stuff happens it Does not change - it hasn't suddenly changed into another kind of movie. It is still a cowboy movie. And that is what's incredible about it because nobody has done that before, that is new territory.

With guys I revere, like Marcus Garvey or Malcolm X, their look is less about style than purpose and the expression of beauty. It was not just about being noticed, you know?

Who knows better than artists how much ugliness there is on the way to beauty, how many ghastly, mortifying missteps, how many days of granitic blockheadedness and dismaying ineptitude there is on the way to accomplishment, how partial all accomplishment is, how incomplete?

Every man who has shown the world the way to beauty, to true culture, has been a rebel, a universal without patriotism, without home, who has found his people everywhere.

I discovered that the horse is life itself, a metaphor but also an example of life's mystery and unpredictability, of life's generosity and beauty, a worthy object of repeated and ever changing contemplation.

Beauty comes from a life well lived. If you've lived well, your smile lines are in the right places, and your frown lines aren't too bad, what more do you need?

My mother is a big believer in being responsible for your own happiness. She always talked about finding joy in small moments and insisted that we stop and take in the beauty of an ordinary day. When I stop the car to make my kids really see a sunset, I hear my mother's voice and smile.

The way in which mathematicians and physicists and historians talk is quite different, and what a physicist means by physical intuition and what a mathematician means by beauty or elegance are things worth thinking about.

I know it sounds a bit corny, but I do think that beauty and sexiness come from within.

I love the game, it is the greatest game on earth, that is why I can not understand all of this talk about trying to make the game better. People talk about the high strike zone and changing this and that. Why? To speed up the game? That is the beauty of baseball. There is no time element.

Nothing surpasses the beauty and elegance of a bad idea.

Beauty is as relative as light and dark. Thus, there exists no beautiful woman, none at all, because you are never certain that a still far more beautiful woman will not appear and completely shame the supposed beauty of the first.

Who among us has never looked up into the heavens on a starlit night, lost in wonder at the vastness of space and the beauty of the stars?

I am an unconventional beauty. I grew up in a high school where if you did not have a nose job and money and if you weren't thin, you weren't cool, popular, beautiful. I was always told that I was not pretty enough to be on television.

Our situation today shows that beauty demands for itself at least as much courage and decision as do truth and goodness, and she will not allow herself to be separated and banned from her two sisters without taking them along with herself in an act of mysterious vengeance.

For me art and chess are closely related, both are forms in which the self finds beauty and expression.

But I think it is a serious issue to wonder about the other platonic absolutes of say beauty and morality.

I was never an ambitious girl, or even a self-confident one. I never went in for beauty pageants or wore a stitch of make-up until I went to Los Angeles.