One of the basic things about a string is that it can vibrate in many different shapes or forms, which gives music its beauty.
Stories aren't the beauty of what did happen. They're the beauty of what could happen.
BEAUTY, BEAUTY OF WHAT DID HAPPEN
The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.
Nothing can atone for the lack of modesty without which beauty is ungraceful and wit detestable.