Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.
Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers - and never succeeding.
The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.
Stories aren't the beauty of what did happen. They're the beauty of what could happen.
BEAUTY, BEAUTY OF WHAT DID HAPPEN