In art economy is always beauty.

Beauty is the promise of happiness.

Stories aren't the beauty of what did happen. They're the beauty of what could happen.

Beauty, whether moral or natural, is felt, more properly than perceived.

In such ugly times, the only true protest is beauty.

To love beauty is to see light.

The pain passes, but the beauty remains.

Search for beauty without features, something deeper than any signs.

A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.