Beauty (n.) 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.
Beauty (n.) is in possession of something ambivalent. Behind every exquisite thing that exists there is something tragic.
Beauty (n.) is the essence of things. One does not see anything until one sees its beauty.
Beauty (n.) is generally loved when one can see and touch and handle it. This is the beauty that one can destroy, and does destroy. But we know nothing of the unseen beauty of life, of the unseen beauty of a higher life.
Beauty (n.) is the only thing that time cannot harm... what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons and a possession for all eternity.
Beauty (n.) is a snare that every sensible man would like to be caught in.
Beauty (n.) is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, and creeds follow one another like the withered leaves of Autumn, but what is beautiful is a joy for- all seasons and a possession for all eternity.