This whole beauty thing is something I've never comprehended.

I thought of Paris as a beauty spot on the face of the earth, and of London as a big freckle.

We tell them that we believe it will be beautiful because that is our specialty, we only create joy and beauty. We have never done a sad work. Through the drawings, we hope a majority will be able to visualize it.

And for me, the real world involves everything: risk, danger, beauty, energy, all we meet with in the real world.

Throughout the centuries, man has considered himself beautiful. I rather suppose that man only believes in his own beauty out of pride that he is not really beautiful and he suspects this himself for why does he look on the face of his fellow-man with such scorn?