She seemed, anyhow, all light, glowing, like some bird or air ball that has flown in, attached itself for a moment to a bramble.
Before beauty disappears entirely from the earth, it will go on existing for a while by mistake.
What we call beauty is perhaps the strength of our feeling of resistance to destructibility.
The light in her face turned fine as pearl.
When I am an old man, when I look back over my life and see I have devoted it to the task of capturing the unique beauty of that world, I believe I will be well satisfied. And no man will make me believe I've wasted my time.
But there are times when one must lose a little beauty if one is to keep what little beauty one already has.
Ugliness: what is it but the soul showing through the flesh?
Twice beautiful is beauty and what is good is doubly. good