Beauty

The stars are beautiful, because of a flower that cannot be seen.

There were corpses here and there, and pools of blood on the pavement. I remember a white butterfly which went and came in the street. Summer does not abdicate.

What is there about fire that's so lovely? No matter what age we are, what draws us to it? It's perpetual motion; the thing man wanted to invent but never did. Or almost perpetual motion. If you let it go on, it'd burn our lifetimes out.
What is fire? It's a mystery. Scientists give us gobbledegook about friction and molecules. But they don't really know. Its real beauty is that it destroys responsibility and consequences. A problem gets too burdensome, then into the furnace with it.

The house, the stars, the desert — what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible!

She behaves as if she was beautiful. It is the secret of her charm.

I had a theoretical reverence and homage for beauty, elegance, gallantry, fascination; but had I met those qualities incarnate in masculine shape, I should have known instinctively that they neither had nor could have sympathy with anything in me, and should have shunned them as one would fire, lightning, or anything else that is bright but antipathetic.

The husbands of very beautiful women belong to the criminal classes.

You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake.

That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, that in gold clasps locks in the golden story.

Too, it was a kind of ironic perversity that someone so wonderfully endowed with beauty should deem it a crippling handicap, and deplore its existence.

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, if you were a regular black; and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.