I have a book out called 'The Beauty Equation' and it discusses how off track we have gone in considering beauty.

Jazz is a very democratic musical form. It comes out of a communal experience. We take our respective instruments and collectively create a thing of beauty.

But I fear, my lot being cast in Scotland, that beauty would not be content.

For most people, we often marvel at the beauty of a sunrise or the magnificence of a full moon, but it is impossible to fathom the magnitude of the universe that surrounds us.

Hath the spirit of all beauty Kissed you in the path of duty?