I like the beauty of Faulkner's poetry. But I don't like his themes, not at all.

For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine.

Inner beauty should be the most important part of improving one's self.

Beauty doesn't need ornaments. Softness can't bear the weight of ornaments.

Our scientific age demands that we provide definitions, measurements, and statistics in order to be taken seriously. Yet most of the important things in life cannot be precisely defined or measured. Can we define or measure love, beauty, friendship, or decency, for example?

So as I look at transitioning to the communication platforms of the future, I see that the beauty of Internet protocols is you get the separation of the layers between service and technology.

Every man who has shown the world the way to beauty, to true culture, has been a rebel, a 'universal' without patriotism, without home, who has found his people everywhere.

The real sin against life is to abuse and destroy beauty, even one's own even more, one's own, for that has been put in our care and we are responsible for its well-being.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

Art is not the application of a canon of beauty but what the instinct and the brain can conceive beyond any canon. When we love a woman we don't start measuring her limbs.

Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.

Competence, like truth, beauty, and contact lenses, is in the eye of the beholder.

But I think it is a serious issue to wonder about the other platonic absolutes of say beauty and morality.