Ugliness is in a way superior to beauty because it lasts.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.
When we hear the word ‘beauty’, we inevitably think that beauty belongs in a special elite realm where only the extraordinary dwells. Yet without realizing it, each day each one of us is visited by beauty. When you actually listen to people, it is surprising how often beauty is mentioned. A world without beauty would be unbearable.
Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.
Poetry; a criticism of life under the conditions fixed for such a criticism by the laws of poetic truth and poetic beauty.
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.
Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.
The cottage garden; most for use designed, Yet not of beauty destitute.