Someday there is going to be a book about a middle-aged man with a good job, a beautiful wife and two lovely children who still manages to be happy.

Truth exists for the wise, beauty for the feeling heart.

Is there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider's web?

Beauty is a form of genius - is higher, indeed, than genius, as it needs no explanation. It is of the great facts in the world like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in dark water of that silver shell we call the moon.

No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.

The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.