Beauty has no obvious use; nor is there any clear cultural necessity for it. Yet civilization could not do without it.

My sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, The withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Beauty is the bait which with delight allures man to enlarge his kind.

San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.

No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.

Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.

When a man becomes a writer, I think he takes on a sacred obligation to produce beauty and enlightenment and comfort at top speed.

I think permitting the game to become too physical takes away a little bit of the beauty.